Monday, May 21, 2007

Mika and Vaurienne's Stair


Mika and I shared the third level of the Contois stairwell during our six shows of the cabaret. You might think that a Polish factory girl and a member of the underground French-Algerian resistance might not have much in common but I beg to differ.
Over the course of the past two tumultuous weeks, we shared a mirror, our make-up, munchies, our daily complaints (never enough sleep or food) and life stories. We checked each other's faces, underwear lines and stockings as they slowly became shredded remnants of their former selves.
There is an intimacy only girls changing can attain and I will miss our little cozy corner of the stairwell. I'll even miss a white-faced Mr Dingaling shushing us and the roving eyes of Contino Valentino Vespucci from the level above. If only that stairwell could talk...

4 comments:

digibudi said...

dear Eva,
that's what you're born for! To live in a theatre and to perform untill you have Nerves at Night..

Eva the Deadbeat said...

Yippee!!! Sounds like the dream life for me!

Junk Thief said...

Wow, Eva. Here I thought you were just a lovely braniac, but I think you may be the new Millennium's Anita Berber or Kiki. Just go easy on the absinthe and don't burn yourself out too soon.

Q_Monroe said...

ooh la la. sexy.