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Actually, there are several incidents regarding Swords that I have been dumb about so I will break them down, but not necessarily in the order that they happened.\u00a0\u00a0 This is to confuse the innocent and ME.<\/p>\n
Amarillo, Texas:\u00a0<\/p>\n
This job was a first rate belly dance contract produced by Bednar Productions, where I and two other belly dancers were paid a nice salary including our apartment, electric, gas, and telephone.\u00a0 <\/p>\n
Yes, these were good old days where, under the right conditions, a Belly Dancer could afford to be a prima-donna.\u00a0 <\/p>\n
We only had one problem \u2013 The stage was too hard for our precious little dancing feet, even with shoes, which I wore most of the time. So after much discussion, I was the one chosen to complain and tried to convince the owner that we needed a much better floor to dance on.<\/p>\n
After much whining, Carl, the owner of CJ\u2019<\/span>s nightclub personally laid a beautiful floating softwood raised floor.\u00a0 He set the floor board by board on his hands and knees, and if you knew the size of Carl, that was no easy chore. He varnished or lacquered it many times until it shone like a diamond.\u00a0 He worked almost 24 hours a day and he had it finished in 3 days just to please us.\u00a0 He was that kind of boss.<\/p>\n Since he was so proud of himself, his only comment was \u201cTasha; if anything happens to this floor you are DEAD, so NO SHOES, scuff marks or holes in that floor; PLEASE.<\/p>\n I laughed at him, but that very night during my grand finale Sword Act… you know \u2013 that dramatic spin where you stop and the sword continues to spin on your head like a helicopter blade?<\/p>\n Well, to make a long story short, the sword flew from my head and landed on Carl\u2019s brand new floor.\u00a0 BOING \u2013 the point sticking into his brand new stage.\u00a0 The audience was impressed; I was told by the other belly dancer Shahira<\/span> (aka Joy Germack<\/span>), who stared wide eyed at the sword sticking out of Carl\u2019s stage, that they applauded wildly.<\/p>\n I could only see Carl\u2019s face turn a beet red and this man, who was usually a pussy cat, did not speak to me for three days while he examined that floor again and again on his hands and knees, looking for the hole the sword made in his floor.\u00a0 He never found the spot, so we could only assume that it landed between the seams of two boards.\u00a0 We did complete our contract and Carl eventually forgave us, but to this day, I can still see him searching that stage on his hands and knees. <\/p>\n Khyber Pass, Denver, Colorado:<\/p>\n Rooshana<\/span>, a beautiful belly dancer wanted to take a sword class from me (I guess she never knew about my reputation with a sword!) and since I was teaching in the club several days a week before our shows each night, it was convenient to use the stage we performed on.<\/p>\n Rooshana, who still performs in the Denver area today, will confirm this story.\u00a0 She was a very delicate dancer, small and fragile looking like a glass doll \u2013 not the truck driving Italian from New Jersey that she was in a much younger life.\u00a0 <\/p>\n She had a pretty bad cold and every time I had her do a back bend to the floor, balancing the sword on her head, she would cough.\u00a0 After being unable to do this move without coughing, we both decided that she was not ready for the sword\u00a0 in her show yet.<\/p>\n So, she went back to the dressing room to get ready for her show and I went home.\u00a0 A little later that evening, Ahmed<\/span>, the owner of the Khyber<\/span>, called me as he said hysterically;\u00a0 \u201cWhat did you do to Rooshana?\u00a0 Tasha, what did you do to her.\u201d\u00a0 I said \u201cI didn\u2019t do anything to Rooshana. What are you talking about?\u201d His reply shocked me. \u201cShe just left with a broken rib.\u00a0 She said she must have gotten it during your class.\u201d <\/p>\n I assumed that, during one of her back bends with the sword on her head, she coughed and broke a rib.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n So did many other dancers.\u00a0 I couldn\u2019t believe it and it was not funny at all.\u00a0 It taught me a very valuable lesson about health and pushing oneself beyond the body\u2019s ability to handle certain situations, no matter how professional we think we are.\u00a0 It wasn\u2019t until much later that I found out that she actually heard a pop and felt her rib break while she was putting on her makeup.\u00a0 At the time I really felt responsible for her injury.<\/p>\n \u00a0The only ironic part was that I knew Rooshanna had wanted to take a vacation for awhile but was afraid of losing her position on our belly dance roster.\u00a0 The Khyber Pass paid very well, including tips and was not an easy club to get into.\u00a0 However, now she had her excuse, but she often said, jokingly of course; \u201cTasha, if you needed to dance more nights, you could have just asked.\u201d\u00a0 <\/p>\n MINI MORAL:\u00a0 I guess that\u2019s why they only say \u201cBREAK A LEG\u201d in our business.<\/p>\n Fort Lauderdale, Florida:<\/p>\n I was scheduled to audition in a Greek club which later became Kim\u2019s Cabin<\/span> on the 17th street Causeway.\u00a0 I know what my students and friends are saying as they read this.\u00a0 Tasha doesn\u2019t usually dance in GREEK clubs.\u00a0 Now they, and you, will find out why \u2013 a previous secret now revealed here in the Gilded Serpent<\/p>\n The stage in this particular club was typical for Greek establishments.\u00a0 The band sat on a high, two level stage while the dancer performed on a pull-out lower stage, that when slid back under the band\u2019s stage, left a dance floor for customers.<\/p>\n My audition was scheduled in the early afternoon, so thankfully there were no customers in the house, to witness this fiasco.\u00a0 The audition was going very well.\u00a0 I managed to shimmy through the band\u2019s race track version of an Arabic song leading up to the dramatic slow part. Instead of a veil, I pulled out my sword, a new prop for belly dancers and obviously a never before experience for this Bouzouki player.<\/p>\n There I was, dancing with my old rusty, trusty, not too sharp anymore cavalry sword; I was totally oblivious to the fact that the Bouzouki player had come onto the lower stage just as I went into my (now less than famous) dramatic spin.\u00a0<\/p>\n I am not sure what happened next, but I felt the sword slipping so I grabbed it with one hand and continued my spin towards my finale ending.<\/p>\n The next thing I knew was I heard a ping \u2013 ping \u2013 ping – plunk as Mother of Pearl flew everywhere.\u00a0 The music and I stopped at the same time as I stared at a stunned Bouzouki player who was looking shocked at his sliced Bouzouki.\u00a0 Ooh \u2013 Tasha \u2013I thought \u2013This is very bad.<\/p>\n Needless to say, I was faced with a mad Greek owner and band who was yelling at me in Greek and English that I was a stupid girl who will pay dearly for this.\u00a0 And I was screaming that he should have not come onto my stage; especially not knowing what I was going to do with the sword. <\/p>\n \nSomewhere in the shouting I heard \u201cShe will pay for my ruined Bouzouki and I will guarantee that she will never dance in this city again \u2013 and on and on and on and on…<\/p>\n So, as I turned on my heel and stamped into the dressing room being followed by the Greek Mafia, I said \u201cListen to me:\u00a0 I am going to change into my regular clothes if you don\u2019t mind.\u00a0 Then I will put my costumes into the car.\u00a0 Then and only then we can sit down like adults and discuss this.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0 And I slammed the dressing room door in their faces.<\/p>\n Now, I know that I am basically an honest person and have a great deal of that Arab pride (that sometimes gets into the way of logic).\u00a0 I have even been known to be extremely stubborn when it comes to defending a situation I know I am right about.\u00a0 However I also believe that I cannot go into a Lion\u2019s Den if I am a lamb, so I put my things into the car and I took off.\u00a0 Yes, I left the scene of the crime and never returned to that or any other Greek establishment for many, many years.<\/p>\n \nMORAL:\u00a0 He\u2019s lucky it was only his Bouzoukis that he lost<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Update:\u00a0<\/span> I believe it was around 2002 in Miami, Florida.\u00a0 I was at a show when suddenly a voice from my past said \u201cExcuse me, but you do not remember me, do you?\u201d\u00a0 It was the Bouzouki player!\u00a0 I turned around slowly to explain that I was sorry for what I did, expecting to see an angry person, but instead he was smiling ear to ear. <\/p>\n He then laughed and said that it was actually very smart of me to leave.\u00a0 And for a long time the band and the owner made fun of him every time he pulled out his Bouzouki; but after awhile, as the lead singer told the story of his Bouzouki over and over again, he would get so much money thrown on the band, that it more than made up for the damaged Bouzouki.\u00a0 He also said in a much lower voice that underneath it all, he knew he was wrong to go onto the lower stage and in my situation,\u00a0 he probably would have done the same thing.\u00a0 Of course, I finally offered to pay for the Bouzouki and he said he couldn\u2019t take money after all these years and it was a cheap Bouzouki anyway.<\/p>\n I guess we both learned the same lesson during that last exchange.\u00a0<\/p>\n \nFINAL MORAL:\u00a0 LOOK BEFORE YOU LEAP!<\/p>\n Have a comment? 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