Piper and I came out to celebrate graduating from Florida State University.We were only supposed to stay a couple of weeks, but we landed jobs at Coyote Ugly so we thought, 'Hell yeah!Let's stay all summer.'
We laughed at how much money we were making working at a ‘Tits and Ass’ establishment, dancing on the bar, serving people food and drinks, having a blast.
The flight attendant touches my arm.“Can I get you anything, Siri?”
“No, thank you.I’m good.”
She smiles, returns to the front, and I look back out the window.
That September, Piper went home to London."I miss me Mum, Siri, and the rain!It never rains here!"
But I stayed in Vegas.I couldn't bring myself to return to the rednecks and hicks from the sticks.
The day she left, I met Bart, and my life changed forever.
He was my first customer, and he offered me a job dancing at his club.He said I could make more money in tips in one night dancing than I made all week.I had no clue who he was, so when he pulled out his business card and I readBeen Jammin', my mouth fell open.
“Come to the club tonight and see for yourself.”
I took him up on his offer.
When I arrived, he escorted me through the casino, by a steakhouse, and two other nightclubs before we arrived atBeen Jammin’.
I was impressed with the famous gentlemen’s club that featured a big stage with several finger runways and pole dancers on the ends.As well as, pole dancers elevated along the walls.The space between the stage and the bar in the back that ran the full length of the wall contained booths and tables, but also had a standing room only section.
He walked me through to the bar, and introduced me to the bartender, Cat.We hit it off right away.Instant friends.
After several drinks and observing the atmosphere, I questioned her about dancing forBeen Jammin’.
She was honest and explained that pole dancing was the heart of their business.And I explained that I didn’t know how to pole dance.
She smiled and assured me that she could teach me, but what they really needed was a stage dancer.
I perked right up.“Now, that I’m interested in.”
She grinned, “You must have some dancing chops, because Bart doesn’t recruit, and yet, here you are.”
And then she challenged me.“Show me what you got.”
Beyoncé's "Dance For You" started to play, and the rest is Vegas history.
On the barstool, I became Beyoncé, and I danced the video choreography exactly like she does.
When I started tossing my hair, the people closest to me noticed, and when I twisted my torso and snapped my chest, a hush began to spread like a wave over the room.
By the time, I stood and walked out to the dance floor, the only sound was the music.The only one dancing was me.
When the music stopped, I received a round of applause, and on my way back to the barstool, phone camera's began flashing everywhere.People started pushing each other, trying to touch me.
Then the crowd parted, and sweet giant Brutus found me.
He didn't say a word.He simply led me safely back to Cat, then took up post behind me.He has had my back ever since.
People pushed their way up to try to get a selfie with me in the background.They saw who they wanted to see in the dim lights and alcohol induced state.Beyoncé.All I had to do to sell it was keep my face turned away.
A short time later, Bart came back to get me.He put his arm around me and whispered in my ear."Beware, fame is addicting."
Then he addressed me in a loud voice for the surrounding crowd to hear.“My Queen, we appreciate you stopping by and gracing us with your presence.Brutus will escort you out.”
