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\tI will tell you a story about a young, talented dancer who was a pretty good entertainer and extremely popular in her particular world of professional belly dancing.\u00a0 On stage she was a princess, a sensual and sweet Marilyn Monroe-like STAR.\u00a0 The strong, happy woman she portrayed on stage combined a grace, a sensual vulnerability and an elegant persona that had everyone fooled.\u00a0 In her world off stage, she was a frightened little girl, emotionally stunted, insecure, who felt lonely and unloved most of the time.\u00a0 She longe for true love like the kind she saw in the movies.\u00a0 She wanted this “true love” to be all consuming and passionate, lasting a lifetime, through thick and thin, and much more.\u00a0 That “no matter what life throws at you we’ll be together Baby” kind of love she swooned over in her perfectly romantic dreams and exactly the kind of romance promised to us via books, magazines and of course the media.\u00a0 All we needed was the right chemistry and this Hollywood-style type of love would magically appear with a man in tow and we would both instantly know it was perfect and we were meant for each other.\u00a0 Our young belly dancer believed she viewed this romantic notion of love from the audience as a spectator,\u00a0 seemingly close but never close enough to grab and hold on to for her own.\u00a0 Fortunately for her, she was able to capture an illusion of love another way, while on stage where it was given to her unconditionally by her audience.\u00a0 However, the problem was she believed she only deserved this love as long as she was portraying “Rebaba”.\u00a0 Therefore, that fleeting onslaught of unconditional love she experienced nightly on stage wasn’t enough to sustain her for very long.\u00a0 Off stage, as she changed back into her jeans and t-shirt, she also transformed back into a “regular person”, and the power given to her by her audience quickly dissipated leaving her scared and lonely once more.<\/p>\n
Every so often a knight in shining armor would appear for this maladjusted princess of the belly dance world.\u00a0 Her knights usually came into her life courtesy of the venues where she performed.\u00a0 This circumstance alone should have been a very good reason to steer clear, shining armor or not.\u00a0 However, this princess didn’t really believe she was special and therefore she had no will power to refuse a knight in shining armor’s attentions!<\/p>\n
I lived as that imaginary princess on stage for many years during my young adult life.\u00a0 She was the “best of me” persona I could imagine and I loved her dearly as she really kept me sane and happy whenever I was performing in her skin.\u00a0 Too bad I couldn’t have learned a few things from my characterization that might have helped me during my early quest for romantic love.\u00a0 I know now after many years of mistakes, heart breaks and more life-lessons than I can count that the love I received while performing was enabled by my imagined self-awareness and confidence as Rebaba.\u00a0 However, off stage, my self-image was completely lacking in confidence, extremely insecure and totally incapable of recognizing and accepting romantic love.\u00a0 Thank goodness I was able to experience the love my audiences so willingly gave me during the many years of my professional career.\u00a0 Had I not experienced this love (along with the love of my family and friends to be sure, but, who were far away for much of the time I was dancing professionally), I’m afraid I might have ventured into the bottomless pit of drug dependency much sooner than I did.<\/p>\n
My complete drug dependency didn’t begin until I stopped dancing professionally and moved back to my hometown to begin a second career after graduating from university.\u00a0 As I’m not yet there in my story, I’d rather continue with a joyful moment while dancing professionally in Los Angeles.\u00a0 To me, the funny and usually one of a kind shows stand up to time far longer than most others.\u00a0 Therefore, I’d like to recount one of the funniest along with being possibly the best entrance dance I performed at Ali Baba’s in Hollywood.<\/p>\n
It was a Saturday night, standing room only in this rather small and low-ceilinged nightclub built to look like Ali Baba’s cave.\u00a0 Ali Baba’s was one of those incredibly successful Middle Eastern supper clubs that dotted the Los Angeles area during the 60s, 70s, and into the mid-1980s.\u00a0 I worked the weekends and a couple weeknights which were equally busy at this time.\u00a0 The band members were all good friends of mine and excellent musicians who played like angels for me during every show regardless of the number of people in attendance.\u00a0 <\/p>\n
However, the truly magical shows happened with lots of help from a loving, generous and ecstatic audience that fueled our individual talents and inspired us to higher levels of performance as a group.<\/p>\n
This particular Saturday night housed just such an audience.\u00a0 I entered to my favorite Egyptian “entrance” music and to an already cheering audience who also loved this music as well as my dancing.\u00a0 It was hot, smoky and there was a constant din of talking and yelling, glasses clinking and breaking, loud laughter and enthusiastic clapping that blended together to become part of the music and my show.\u00a0 I danced with all my heart and soul supported by the flow of energy that felt like warm light and love being projected by the standing room only audience.\u00a0 The musicians played like mighty lions giving off their own roar of delight behind me so that I was enveloped by this wondrous energy of happiness and love.\u00a0 It doesn’t happen all that often that every musical note, beat of the drum and physical movement seem to merge together to become one.\u00a0\u00a0 When it happens a magical and unforgettable show is created; and this particular performance was definitely beginning to feel like one of those special shows.\u00a0 As the music came to a whirling crescendo I spun myself around the stage ending dead center in a perfectly timed and executed bow.\u00a0 As the music ended with a thunderous drum beat, the lights went out as I threw my upper body forward and down towards the floor in a simultaneous bow.\u00a0 My head went speeding downward to touch my knees when something else slammed into my face that wasn’t me.\u00a0 Yikes, I realized with dread that what had just banged me on the nose was my bra!\u00a0 <\/p>\n
I was wearing one of my favorite Egyptian costumes that was heavily encrusted with beading.\u00a0 The combination of my extremely fast and furious bow and the weight of the bra obviously unhooked it at the center of my back.\u00a0 Thank goodness the bra also hooked at the back of my neck as that was the only thing holding it to my body.\u00a0 As the lights came up I slowly rose and the beautiful melody of a violin solo fill the room.\u00a0 I realized that I was the only one in the club who knew my bra was unhooked because it all took place in the blackout.\u00a0 I couldn’t help but giggle at the thought as I began to move to the music and also position myself in front of the oud player who was strumming his instrument happily and completely lost in his own world.\u00a0 I smiled and called out his name keeping my back to him as I repeatedly asked him to “ re-hook my bra please”.\u00a0 With cabarets open all over the Los Angeles basin featuring live music and dancers every night, this type of costume malfunction happened every so often and most musicians can tell you quite a few funny stories involving missing and broken pieces of a belly dancer’s costume.\u00a0 So, I knew if I could get my musician’s attention he would know what to do\u2026I finally did and he began trying to re-hook my bra and finally blurted out that there wasn’t a hook only a loop.\u00a0 Well, by this time the audience was starting to get curious and was realizing something was going on beyond the obvious music and dance.\u00a0 Therefore, being the ham that I am, I quickly spun around doing a little dance and showing the audience exactly what was wrong.\u00a0 <\/p>\n
They loved it, clapping, laughing and encouraging me to keep dancing that way!\u00a0<\/p>\n
I let the audience know that I’d be right back, bowed to my band as I asked them to keep playing and then I ran down the stairs and off the stage towards the dressing room.\u00a0 I was followed by my good friends: the other dancer and singer who were both yelling at me and asking what happened to my costume?\u00a0 Breathless in the dressing room I immediately turned around and asked the dancer to fasten my bra.\u00a0 She repeated what I was told on stage that there wasn’t a hook on the bra.\u00a0 By throwing my upper body into the bow with such force I evidently exploded the hook off the strap, so now on to safety pins.\u00a0 Trying to get a safety pin, no matter how big, through thick beading while I was hyperventilating and laughing at my situation was impossible.\u00a0 Just as I was insisting that the singer must go on stage and start his number, another friend squeezed into the dressing room.\u00a0 It was the waitress this time, and she had something in her hand that she lifted towards me asking if it was mine.\u00a0 She said she took it from the middle of the stage floor as she thought it was a piece of pita bread.\u00a0 Well, it wasn’t a piece of pita bread at all, it was the foam rubber push-up padding from the inside of my bra which must have fallen to the stage floor when I executed that perfect bow!<\/p>\n
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