I stand at the edge of the stage and watch as Cresta completes her performance. As she leaves the stage I make my way center stage. Despite the calls from the audience, I let all thought exit my mind, taking in a deep breath, I turn and face the audience, my face devoid of emotion. I stand alone as the house lights drop, the only light in the room, the single beam of light eminating from the spotlight on me. Silence falls over the room as I close my eyes and let my head fall back. I feel the ends of my long dark mane touch the small of my back as I stand and wait... Suddenly I hear a voice speak...MUSIC MAESTRO!!!! With the sound of the first note, I feel it, feel the water fall upon me, washing over me from above as I let my arms fall behind me, my back arched. Arising from the audience, I hear a collective gasp and then applause. I feel my tunic, hair and skin saturated as I turn my face down and make eye contact with each and every member of the audience, my face still devoid of emotion with the exception of seduction in my eyes. I turn in my heels and begin to walk across the stage in a strut. Confidence and purpose with each long feline step that I take. I begin to decend the stairs, one by one. Midway, I stop. I run my hands through my hair as my hips gyrate to the pulsating rhythm played by the orchestra. I continue my descent until I am amongst the audience and their tables. With a quick movement of my hand, I grab a scarf from one of the mens neck, it slides over his shoulders. I watch with a teasing look as he attempts to grab it. He catches the other end with his hand. I drag him out of his seat, and with the other end in my hand begin to dance around him, leaning back letting my hair fall back as I do. With a quick movement on my heels I leave him and am on to a table across the room, stopping on my way, moving my shoulders in time to the music and running my hands down over my sides as I begin my strut again, this time allowing my hand to gently brush the cheek of a man at this table, as I gently fling my hair over my own shoulder, looking back at him as I walk away. The music nears it's completion as I approach the judges table. I allow the scarf to fall on the table, trailing behind me as I strut past them, smiling seductively. My step quickens to get back to the center of the stage before my number is over. At hearing the last note of the music, I lower my head and stand still, awaiting the audiences reaction....