Dommie: Par Excellence (a story)

Dommie: Par Excellence

Dommie had been coming to this club for some time. At first she had just wanted to suss the group out, but was now wanting to rise in the ranks.

So after watching and choosing where she first wanted to go, Dommie had learned a new trick, (well skill too but…) and she was eager to show it to the ladies at the next gathering. So she practiced and practiced. She showed it to a few friends who she knew had mastered it. And practiced some more, after their notes.

Until the night arrived. The ladies were gathered and primed for their reviews of the presenters. Eager to accept excelled practice. Unwilling to tolerate less than that.

Dommie sat waiting for her turn to present. Counting the moves, and seeing them in her head. Visualizing success. And even seeing recovering, if things went belly up. And getting nervous. She really wanted to succeed.

Finally her turn arrived. She took the stage with the song I’m Every Woman playing.

I ain’t braggin’ ’cause I am the one
You just ask me, oo, it shall be done
And don’t bother to compare,
I’ve got it (I’ve got it)

And did a few flashes and flourishes to get their interest before she got serious about her demo. She got a few claps and laughs. And was pleased. Excited to continue. So she did.

With a little snark and sarcasm to Just a Girl

The moment that I step outside
So many reasons
For me to run and hide
I can’t do the little things
I hold so dear
‘Cause it’s all those little things
That I fear

Dommie flirted and acted coy when she caught a few winks and giggles in the audience. She knew her sisters got what she was saying just fine. And she needed that energy to carry her forward. The right energy had to build up to the crescendo and so far so good!

She felt she was in the right headspace to continue and so was the audience. It had to be a dance. That’s why the music was so important. To trigger the right tone to her act. So the next song was You Don’t Own Me

I don’t tell you what to say
I don’t tell you what to do
So just let me be myself
That’s all I ask of you
I’m young and I love to be young
I’m free and I love to be free
To live my life the way I want
To say and do whatever I please

And Dommie put on her stern teacher face. And made sure they could see that she was dead serious. She caught a few nods and grins in the audience. Even saw a few of the ladies hold a neighbour’s shoulder in empathy. Perfect! They were right there with her.

So she could proceed! And did too.

She cued the next song. She wanted to show she had learned from error and making wrong choices here, so she did a few miss-cues and false moves, then corrected them. All to the song Roar

You held me down, but I got up (hey!)
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, your hear that sound
Like thunder, gonna shake the ground
You held me down, but I got up
Get ready ’cause I had enough
I see it all, I see it now

And she saw a few of her mentors smile when they saw her hard work in practice and her growth included in the demo. They seemed happy and even impressed by that. They saw it as a sense of humour and honour in her and liked it. Or so she thought, as she was still on the stage. She hoped she got their smiles’ meaning right.

So she pressed forward.

Having learned her lessons, she showed them the progress to the song I’m Coming Out

I’ve got to show the world
All that I want to be
And all my billities
There’s so much more to me
Somehow, I have to make them
Just understand
I got it well in hand

A demo within a demo. And she saw a few friends, who were more advanced than her in the group, beam with pride! Whew! She was almost there and everything was going just as she had hoped, practiced, and planned for.

Just a little more then. one more segment. And she cued the last song for her demo. The song that might get her into the club within the club. Her first foot inside the door, anyways.

She had chosen Titanium
as her triumph song.

I’m bulletproof nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium, I am titanium

She wanted a fast song for the crescendo. But more important, she wanted a song that said grace, courage and strength under fire. And she thought this was the right song for it. And she seemed to be right.

She showed her best flash and flourish attached to her best moves and the audience started to clap before she was even done the demo. So as the last chords flew she was beaming and they were on their feet, encouraging her best.

Her demo slid home. And she bowed. Then dropped a curtsy to the front row where the mgmt of the club sat with a few of their best and brightest Masters. And then she ran into the wings and took a deep breath. One of her friends met her there and gave her a huge hug of congratulations. And they went to watch the rest of the demos.

At the end of the night, the Master whose class she had been wanting to enter came up to her and handed her a card, inviting her to her class. Dommie couldn’t get the grin off her face. She was on the first rung of the ladder now. And had no intention of getting off of it.

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