Beautiful

Exercise:
We all sit in a cabaret. An actor must take the stage and introduce the next act. We must love them.

Then the act must come out and sing a song or recite a poem. If we think they are beautiful, a symphony of pleasure, then we order champagne. If we think they are top level boring, we order a diet coke.

And so the performer sings.

“You look angry when you sing. You make an ugly face. You are not here with us, with the audience. Wink to the audience while you sing, send a message. After the song is over, the people you wink to must be wanting to fuck you.”

And so the performer sings again.

“Did you think he wanted to fuck you, or do you think oh lalala I need a coffee?”

“Be beautiful on the stage. You move to fast. You do not take time to be with us, to let us fall in love with you. You move too much and you destroy what is beautiful about you on the stage.”

A girl comes on the stage and is beautiful. We all know it. Everyone knows it. She was simple, direct, and open.

“She was beautiful, no?”

“But you, you were terrible. Waiter, six diet cokes.”