with finger runways that feed several elevated stripper poles, and a big dance floor. He introduced me to the bartender, Cat, and told her to watch over me. He would come get me and have the limo take me home before dawn.
Cat and I hit it off right away. I spent the whole night on that bar stool pouring my heart out to her or on the dance floor dancing the night away. I told her about growing up in rural, south Alabama. How I never fit in with the rednecks and hicks. How I loved men, had a lot of boy friends, but never anyone serious enough to call a boyfriend. How I had never found a man who rocked my world and who I would be willing to follow to the ends of the earth. How I was holding out for that one special guy and refused stubbornly to give up on him. "I know he is out there! It's just a matter of finding him!" I told her how Piper, my English friend who left Vegas today, told me I seriously needed to see a therapist or something. We laughed at that. Cat told me not to give up. I would know him when he walked into my life. 'But in the meantime, live it up!'
I now know that Bart was in Coyote Ugly recruiting new talent and thought I had amazing raw skills, so he brought me in for Cat to evaluate. I danced that night but I was only a girl having a night out on the town until Beyoncé's "Dance For You" started to play. When I heard the opening notes, I knew what it was. The choreography of Sheryl Murakami on that video is superb. I could see Beyoncé standing in the door in a raincoat. I couldn't control the dancer within me. She came out.
From my bar stool, I became Beyoncé, dancing exactly like the video. The people closest to me noticed first, then there was a hush that spread like a wave over the room. The only sound was the music. The only one dancing was me. When Beyoncé walks to her man at the desk, I left the bar stool and walked onto the dance floor. The crowd parted, someone produced a chair for me and I danced the whole song right there as Beyoncé, exactly like the video.
When the music stopped, I got a round of applause. I was embarrassed. "Fuck! What have I just done?!" I hid my face and tried to walk back to the barstool, but the crowd closed in. People started pushing each other and trying to touch me. It was crazy! I couldn't see for the phone camera's flashing in my eyes. I was almost in a panic when the crowd parted and Brutus found me. Sweet, big man, Brutus! He didn't say a word to me, he escorted me back to my stool with Cat, then took up post behind me. He became my personal body guard that night. He's had my back ever since. I miss you, you big ole' baby!
Brutus was silent as stone as he posted guard. The people closest were asking him. "Hey man, is that really Beyoncé? Can we get a selfie?" Cat told me she had never seen anything like this before. "People think you are Beyoncé. I heard the rumor circulate while you danced." She puts her hand to her ear pretending to be on a phone call. "It's Beyoncé! She's here in the club dancing! Yeah, right now! I'm watching her!"
It was both funny and ridiculous to me, but Cat didn't laugh. She recognized that there was a real gold mine sitting on the bar stool across from her.
The bar did bumper business after the dance. People were pushing their way up to get a selfie snapped with me in the back ground. All I had to do was keep my face turned away. I had curled my hair that night so they saw what they wanted to see. Beyoncé.
Around 4 am, Bart came to get me, he put his arm around me, and whispered in my ear. "Beware, fame is addicting." Then he addressed me in a voice loud enough for the surrounding crowd to hear. "Brutus will take you to your dressing room now. We really appreciate you stopping by and gracing us with your presence."
When I stood up, I kept my clutch in front of my face, blocking all the cameras. The room lit up like the 4th of July. I followed Brutus to the back where he put me in a dressing room and told me. "I'll be right
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