Crushed peanut shells littered the floor of Katherine’s tiny
dressing room and led out into the hallway, trailing nearly the
entire distance to the stage. The elegant, thick, maroon carpet of old
had long ago been traded for an expanse of thin, green indoor/outdoor
floor covering laid inexpertly over painted, poured concrete. The
business had certainly changed since the days when Katherine’s
appearances were heralded with a contract rider that insisted upon
champagne, strawberries, a full buffet, and a dresser full of fresh
roses and snapdragons. The room was empty of any luxury now, and the
only chair at the makeup mirror was worn through and had been
repaired with duct tape so long ago that the tape had also worn
through.
If Katherine was troubled by any of this, she never let it
show. The sign outside still said “Katherine the Great and Black
Eyed Susie”, and that was all that mattered.
Susie
sat on an overturned bucket in the corner of the room, supplied by
management when Katherine asked for a second chair to be brought in.
Susie was balanced so that the west and north walls of the room
provided support for her fragile, slumping body. Her face turned
demurely to the west, Susie looked ashamed to be at the Laredo
theater, even though the pair had headlined there dozens of times
since the 1970s. Susie had once taken top billing, but to modern
audiences that affectation seemed forced, or, as Katherine said,
“Corny”. Susie said nothing at the time, of course.
Katherine talked out loud as she readied herself for the show. She was not so much speaking to Susie as she was speaking to the room. Susie sat still and silent, her dress hiked indelicately up to her hip on her right side, revealing padded bloomers covered in polka dots.
“I hope they ran the ad in the Post. I told them I could guarantee a full house this weekend if they’d run that ad. A full-page ad pays for itself opening night. Jessel said that to me, and the man played standing room only. Standing room only.” Katherine nodded as she pulled at a room temperature rum and coke she'd been nursing since the afternoon.
Katherine talked out loud as she readied herself for the show. She was not so much speaking to Susie as she was speaking to the room. Susie sat still and silent, her dress hiked indelicately up to her hip on her right side, revealing padded bloomers covered in polka dots.
“I hope they ran the ad in the Post. I told them I could guarantee a full house this weekend if they’d run that ad. A full-page ad pays for itself opening night. Jessel said that to me, and the man played standing room only. Standing room only.” Katherine nodded as she pulled at a room temperature rum and coke she'd been nursing since the afternoon.
She
continued, “Sinatra Jr., the son, came to see the show one night in
Albany, after we ran a full-page ad in the Clarion, and we couldn’t
let him in the club! He wouldn’a fit! Packed for two shows that
Friday and Saturday. He had to come back Saturday late and the
manager comped his ticket for him. That’s the power of advertising,
Miss.”
She shot Susie a sidelong glance and reached over to give
her hemline a tug back to respectability. Katherine sighed. She'd
told all of this to Susie before, and for that matter, Susie had been
there at the time. Pre-show jitters always made her a little talky.
“Save
your voice for the show,” she whispered.
She stood up and looked in the mirror, sizing herself up. She smoothed down the front of her skirt and worked it back up to show the costume garter on her thigh.
She stood up and looked in the mirror, sizing herself up. She smoothed down the front of her skirt and worked it back up to show the costume garter on her thigh.