I was sitting backstage with my fellow dancers, Kina and Pleasant, while on tour with the Go-Go’s. They were talking about their first sexual fantasies, and I made the mistake of confessing mine.
“My first sexual fantasy was Siegfried and Roy,” I stated.
They stared at me before howling with laughter. The kind of laughter where you can’t breathe.
“I know it’s crazy,” I said. “I went to see their magic show in Las Vegas when I was 12 years old, and their blue spandex pants drove me wild. I laid on my Grandma’s couch afterwards and dreamed of what might have happened if I actually met them.”
Pleasant started to scream, “See, Marci, you are just as sick as the rest of us.”
The next day I walked into the dressing room.
“Siegfried and Roy, huh?” laughed Charlotte. Belinda, Jane, Gina, the whole room, screamed with laughter.
My oh my, news travels fast around here.
At our last performance at the Greek Theater in Los Angeles in front of, oh, I don’ t know, maybe 6,000 people, I saw a mysterious envelope delivered to Pleasant backstage and I thought nothing of it.
Until I climbed on my gogo box during “Our Lips are Sealed.”
Taped all over my box were huge photos of Siegfried and Roy and their white lions. I was dancing on their faces in my gogo boots, trying not to let my own laughter interfere with our gogo choreography.
And in the years since that fateful tour, I have received numerous gifts from Pleasant, socks with white tigers on them, a stuffed white tiger, etc.
