Just entertain the moo's!

I killed it last night! This whole week I've been a bit nervous about my first burlesque performance. A small quaint burlesque bar in brooklyn run by a MILF named Garret, (gawd hot chicks w/guy names always rock) said that if she liked me she'd give me 25 bux per song performance. ok so i'd never even seen a burlesque show in my life (i hated moolawn rouge), though i have seen and been in a slue of drag perfomances...it's the same thing but drag perfomers are actually entertaining.ANYflippin way burlesque in this place is painful to watch. I was the middle act and still not sure what the hell i was doing there. I went in knowing very well that i wasn't like anything that any of these people have ever seen before. I gave the dj my c.d. walked to the little tiny riser stage and announced that I'm someone from a near future, and that I wasn't going to be taking any of my close off because I won't need to. dressed like a 1920's gangster- fedora, tie, sleeveless pinstripe, fitted slacks, and ATTITUDE. I danced my liquid twitchy wonderments, all 25 people were obviously into it so i danced to an extra song. i was approached by 5 people 3 saying i was the best act...sad really.My friend Leslie was there (she such a good friend always comes to my little gigs in the corners), and was ready to leave after my show, so i went to tell Garrett thanks i have to go. i was offended by this last night- she forced a grin and said "well, you are different definately different" (in my head i'm screaming i know i'm different for fuck sakes where the fuck do i take this weird fucking talent?) but i politely smile and say yeah thanks, she said "i'll have to book you for something else heres 10 dollars" ok so does that mean she almost half way liked me? or i should have taken off my cloths? what ever i'm goin home next week since this isn't workin out.