Setting the Scene
... A slightly bizarre setting for performers of our genre! ...Pack and set out your bags ready for the morning...awaken at some awful hour of the morning to get on a bus full of other probably cranky cohorts. ...drive 6-9 hours to arrive in San Franscico from Los Angeles....park your huge bus somewhere downtown...walk a few blocks with your bags wearing too much makeup and stepping over sleeping homeless and their collection containers...arrive through a doorway to a brightly lit, cold, and modern retail space that is wall to wall filled with racks of CDs. There are escalators to your left and video screens are everywhere. Your audience is a broad market of individuals who have probably just gotten off work and are transitioning to their homes. They are caught by their curiosity about the comotion as they pass by. Without the help of your overblown surroundings, your challenge is to transform their work anxieties into a softer world with curves instead of angles and points.

The Party
The required VIP party is upstairs and consists of "suits," press, and courtesans with laminated passes. We were served champagne and dainty treats, and given bags of promotional products. The elite permitted behind the curtain to the party rubbed elbows with the top brass who made appearances and indulged the minions posing for pictures. The Bellydance Superstars inventor, Miles Copeland, hangs close by quietly watching his beauties and the reactions of the crowd... and the marketiers. Is this our future?