ACT 17
“Oh dear I’m so sorry I didn’t realize you had a guest Philip, I mean Mr. Renault.” A voice squeaked breaking our revelry. The two of us turned to see a rather flustered young woman, smartly dressed awkwardly trying to decide to retreat or continue on with what she’d been seeking Philip out for. “Pamela, Philip is fine you know I find that whole Mr. Renault thing far too formal. I’m glad you’re here, now I can introduce you to my girlfriend Victoria Bellamy. Victoria this is one of my assistants Pamela Morrison.” Philip replied smoothly unflustered at having our intimate little moment glimpsed by someone. “A pleasure to meet you Pamela.” I smiled and felt a kindred ship with the young woman, who clearly was a bit taken back catching her boss making out like a teenager. “Likewise.” She smiled back seeing I was clearly not perturbed by the interruption. “I just needed to speak to you if you have a moment about the opening night cater. It seems he’s made some grave error and it’s going to be a nightmare trying to get someone at this late date.” She said wringing her hands together in dismay. “Well this is a fine kettle of fish to be cancelling on me 3 days before the event.” Philip said with a tinge of exasperation to his voice. “It’s not your fault Pamela I don’t hold you responsible, we’ll just have to find someone ASAP to fill in is all. I’m sure it’s going to be a challenge at this late date to find someone suitable and who won’t charge me double the rate for the last minute booking but it can’t be helped.”
“Do you mind if I ask who the caterer in question is?” Victoria asked. Both Pamela I answered her in unison. “Fab chef, but a total flake when it comes to business and often over extends himself with bookings and cancels at the last minute. If he wasn’t for the fact he’s such a genius in the kitchen he’d have no business at all.” Victoria replied crisply. She dug through her purse searching for her mobile. “Now how many will be at this little soiree of yours?” she asked all business. “We’ve had a hundred RSVP’s, but I always allow for a few extra given the nature of people.” “Passed hot and cold appetizers, wine bar, champagne and few petite fours and other miniature French pastries going to work for you?” She pressed. I nodded mutely, “Sounds perfect.” Wondering what she had up her sleeve. A single digit hit on her phone and soon she was connected. “Hi Tino, how are you?” she inquired brightly. “Yes I know it’s been a while…the writing is coming along brilliantly and yes still doing the drag queen thing.” Which upon hearing Pamela looked rather startled and confused as she looked at both Philip and I. “Yes we do have to get together sometime soon”. A brief pause and one of her tingling laughs filled the air.
“You’ve got me, I need a favour for a friend of mine. Could you possibly squeeze in a little catering for me Thursday evening for about 120?”.. “Yes I am aware that I’m mad as a hatter and that you’re a busy man.” She agreed with him clearly determined to have her own way. “Pretty please.” She wheedled charmingly into the phone. I figured only some truly heartless soul would be able to say no to her even over the phone. “You will? You are a total duck thank you so much Tino. Yes, yes you are completely at liberty with the menu, just hot and cold appetizers passed, some of those divine miniature French pastries of yours and we’ll need a wine and champagne bar as well. I’ll leave the menu up to you other than that….Yes if you can arrange that, servers as well that would be brilliant. You are a total star my friend. I owe you big time for this” She laughed again. “Yes you’ll be one of the first to get a signed copy of the book. Now I’m going to pass you over to a young lady named Pamela that will work out the details with you as to venue, set up times etc. Talk to you soon and thanks again Tino.” She said sincerely as he held out the phone to Pamela. Who grinned thankfully and scurried off to the office to iron out the details.
I was still a bit shocked she’d pulled it off so quickly finding a replacement. “Is this the guy from that hamburger joint you fancy?” I teased her. “Not at all.” She retorted sticking her tongue out at me saucily. “I’ll have you know Tino is one of the finest chef’s in the entire city, he’s worked for all the best restaurants and hotels over the year Canoe, North Forty…” and she began rhyming off places that were and weren’t familiar to me. “Trust me you’ll adore him and his food. His staff are always impeccable and professional. He’s really a top notch cater and I know he’s doing me a massive favour doing this.” I still must have looked a bit puzzled about how she had managed to pull this whole thing off so effortlessly other than the promise of an autographed book one day.” “We both climbed the ranks together, back in the day he was a prep cook and I was still little more than a well-paid gopher for the corporate fat cats until I became one myself. We meant at several of the functions I used to have to organize back in the day for clients. We’ve remained friends over the years, I’m not one to burn my bridges, especially with people that have been kind, nor is he. So long story short you sir will have a smash hit on your hands with your clients.” She grinned at me.
“You’re my girl and amazing to boot.” I laughed at her and grabbed her around the waist and planted a firm kiss on her lips. “Thank you” I whispered in her ear. “All in a day’s work for us amazing women.” She laughed. I really did think she was amazing for how she’d finessed her way into sorting out what could have spelt potential ruin for my opening night and didn’t even bat an eyelash over it. Just seemed to think of it as a little hiccup in life which could easily be cured and to my amazement it was. She’d showed me so many sides of herself and I liked this facet of her as well, the strong confident, take charge kind of a woman that wasn’t about to let something phase her. My love grew for her with each part of her that I discovered. I had a feeling that there would always be new and exciting things to discover and unravel in the wonderful mystery that was my Victoria. It was easier and easier for me to imagine how savvy and what a formidable force she would have been in the corporate world. Smart as a whip, cool as a cucumber and sexy as hell, what more could a man want in a woman?
“I really am grateful to you, for handling that so smoothly and expediently.” I told her softly. “My pleasure, I’m sure you’ll find some way to thank me later.” She grinned before stretching up and nuzzling my neck with her lips. “Thinking about thanking you is all I’ll be able to think about if you keep doing that.” I murmured into her ear. “Exactly, all part of my plan to have my wicked way with you later my dear.” She purred back. “But for now lunch would be great and we won’t run the risk of freaking out your assistant with our public displays of affection.” She grinned at me. Which just made us laugh. “Sounds like a plan just give me a minute to let Pamela know were heading out for a while. Just make yourself at home and look around to your heart’s content. I’ll be back shortly.” I told her as I gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Which earned me a soft smile. Lunch was a quick and rather hurried affair as I was anxious to return and see how well Pamela was doing with the final details. Victoria teased me about being like an expectant first time father, filled with trepidation and anxieties over the birth of his child. What could I do but agree with her whole heartedly because after all she was dead on about it. Normally I would have balked about sharing my anxieties and fears that it would be anything less than a complete success, as I wanted to be seen as self-assured and confident. But somehow with Victoria I was able to let my guard down and allow my vulnerabilities to see the light of day. It was an entirely new experience for me but at the same time it was a rather liberating one. I knew that she’d be there by my side no matter what and would encourage and support anything I set my hand to. She believed in me and that was something that money could never buy and it was a priceless gift from her that I treasured.
Pamela was busy clicking away on the keys of her laptop when we returned and the fax machine was busily spewing out page after page. “Oh hi.” She said as she saw us entering the office. “Tino is just faxing over the contracts as well as a copy of the menu he’ll be serving along with the price list. He’s just been brilliant to work with, so accommodating.” Gushed Pamela. “That’s great news.” Philip said as he crossed the room to take a look at the pile of papers in the tray of the fax machine. He began scanning them and a smile crept across his face. “Your friend has made some excellent choices from what I can see, a nice mix of hot and cold appetizers along with something to please both the vegetarians and non-vegetarians alike. His prices are more than reasonable. I don’t suppose you know anything about that? He asked arching an eyebrow as he looked at me quizzically. I shrugged nonchalantly in response.
Philip looked like he wanted to ask me out right if Tino was perhaps an old flame of mine that I had remained on friendly terms with but thought better of asking me that in front of his assistant. “Well if you must know.” I began and couldn’t help notice that Pamela’s ears seemed to perk up. I wasn’t all that surprised based on the fact she knew I did drag, I’m sure she was looking for another clue as to the private life of her new boss and the lady or gentleman or whatever I was that he was involved with. Over all I thought she’d taken the little tidbit of information rather well but then this was Toronto and it took a lot to make a born and bred Torontonian do so much as a double take. “I’ve tutored both of his kids over the years as well as giving their career aspirations a little jump start thanks to some connections that I have.” I replied simply and truthfully. “He’s just grateful and a truly lovely person is all. The answer seemed to satisfy both of them for the time being. Pamela once lowered her head a notch and continued pouring over the words on her screen that she’d been working on so diligently just moments ago.
“Now I’ve already taken up so much of your time and I should let you get back to work on your creations. I should probably go and let you go back to it, unless there’s something else I can help you or Pamela with.” I said. Philip didn’t appear overly keen on me leaving but he knew the reality was he had to get moving on the project at hand. Pamela interjected shyly at this point. “If you have the time to spare I’d love to get your thoughts on some of the other arrangements I’ve made for the opening night showing. I’m a bit new to all of this. I’d really appreciate it, that’s if Philip doesn’t mind after all he is paying me to do it, and do it right.” She added a little shamefacedly. Philip brightened at the prospect that I’d be close by. “Pamela, I’d rather you asked for help when you’re feeling a bit over whelmed with things. It takes a lot of maturity to admit you want a little guidance from a seasoned pro. If Victoria will consent I’d be more than happy to have her stay and offer her thoughts.” Philip told her kindly. “Thank you.” She muttered shyly to Philip. She turned to look at me, clearly on the edge of her seat about my answer. “I’d be more than happy to help.” I said as I gave her an encouraging smile. “Wonderful.” Philip declared as he slapped his hands together. “I’ll just get back to work and leave things in your most capable hands ladies.” He gave me a perfectly respectable kiss on the cheek before he sauntered back to his studio whistling happily. It made me smile, secure in the knowledge he was happy just knowing I was near. To me that was part of what feeling loved was all about.
Pamela pulled the chair from Philip’s desk over beside hers and eagerly started filling me in on what she’d done and selected. Over all she’d made some great choices and we worked well together. I tried not to stick my oar in too much as it was her job after all. I made a couple small suggestions here and there which she readily agreed with. She really was delightful and I felt an easy camaraderie developing between us as we worked and chatted away. By the time we’d finished and everything had been finalized down to the last detail, I knew we’d be firm friends. “Thank you so much Victoria. I feel so much better about all of this now that it’s done and over with, well not quite.” She reminded herself. “I’ve still got to get through the actual opening night.” And she laughed brightly. “Now my biggest decisions will be picking an outfit and the right shoes to wear.” “You can’t go wrong with the classic little black dress. It’s chic, classic and still can convey your professional demeanor.” I responded knowing that Pamela was indeed the type of woman that had a little black dress hanging in her closet. “You're so right and it won’t mean driving myself crazy trying on dozens of new outfits to find the perfect one. Mind you I do enjoy a good shopping spree now and again.” We both laughed merrily over the truth of her words.
There was a short awkward pause and I could tell from the look on her face that she very much wanted to ask about the earlier comment I’d made about still doing drag while I’d been on the phone with Tino, but she was too polite and far too professional to blurt out the question that was burning on her lips. I decided to make it easy on her and broach the subject myself to avoid any misunderstandings or misconception in the future about me or about the relationship Philip and I had. “You’re probably wondering about the comment I made earlier on the phone about still doing drag. It would have been inevitable that you didn’t hear my end of the conversation nor did I try to hide it.” She let out a little gasp at the fact I was so forthcoming about the topic with her but she also looked relieved at the same time. The topic was definitely out in the open. “Well I did wonder about it.” I could see her struggling to find the right words to delve in the topic further. “I know that it’s a little awkward to discuss, seeing as how we’ve just met, but we are both going to be seeing each other on a regular basis I’m quite certain and I really don’t like having to hide things from people. So I’d rather just confide in you. First off you should know I’m actually more of a drag impersonator since I’m actually a straight female.” I informed her. “But I thought drag queens were gay men…” She suddenly stopped herself clearly trying very hard to not say anything offensive or appear that she was questioning my statement about being a straight female. “
“Long story short, I quit my career on Bay Street because I wanted to follow my dreams of becoming a writer. I also recently moved into a home I inherited from an elderly aunt of mine, which it turns out is right next door to the house Philip purchased when he relocated here to Toronto. Bills still needed to be paid and renovations on the house had to be made, so in order to make ends meet an old roommate of mine got me a job a few nights a week at a club on Church Street where he headlines.” I finished up my brief synopsis of the situation for her. “That is so cool and it sounds like it must be so much fun.” Was her enthusiastic response. “Oh I assure you it is. You’ll have to come out to see me perform some time…” which is when a male voice trying to sound distinctly like a woman’s falsetto one thrilled out. “And darling let’s not forget catching my performance as well.” We both spun our heads to see Philip grinning from ear to ear. I started laughing as I’d had no idea Philip was ready to how shall we say come out of the closet about his new found hobby. Pamela’s jaw just dropped and I could see the wheels spinning in her head, was Philip a bisexual?
Just how many more surprises were going to be thrown at her, in one day? Philip came over and rested his hand on my shoulder. “I’m what’s known as” and he made a dramatic pause, increasing the level of tension for poor Pamela, “a good sport. Who loves his girlfriend and will do anything and everything that I can to make my girlfriend happy.” He finished with a little “ta dah” sort of a hand gesture. “Well played.” I praised him as I burst into laughter. Once Pamela processed all the information she’d just been given she too joined in the laughter. “You two are great, just great. That’s so incredibly cool and must be oodles of fun. I’m definitely going to be sure to take in your next show. When is it?” she asked eagerly. A pen poised in her hand to write down the date and time. Now it was my turn to look confused. “Oh my God, it’s this Thursday, the same night as your opening, to your preferred clientele.” I blurted out. “It never even struck me that it was the same night until just now. I can’t just cancel at the last minute and I can’t not be here to support you either Philip.” I whaled miserably. Despite the fact I found it distasteful I was becoming a drama llama complete with a private audience of two. There was dead silence in the room and I truly was on the verge of tears, honestly not knowing how we’d handle the situation. Philip was my world, there was no way I couldn’t be here for him, and at the same time I couldn’t cancel my performance either. This was a fine pickle that I’d gotten myself into. Philip couldn’t just post pone one of the biggest nights of his career. To me there was no foreseeable solution and I was totally disheartened by that fact. In fact I was downright miserable about it.
With a snap of my fingers, I announced. “By George I think I’ve got it! You can and will attend both Victoria.” She looked at me like I’d clearly lost my marbles. “Just how am I supposed to be here by your side until well after nine by the time people leave and make it on stage in full costume and make up even if I don’t go on stage until ten? It’s not possible Philip.” I just waved her off. “Now listen this might sound a little crazy but if you’re willing to indulge me and hear me out I think we can pull this off as well as stir up some interest in my latest series. Since I’m planning a full series on the performance art of drag queens what better way to promote it than to have Miss Kitty appear in all her glory. She’s the subject that’s being celebrated in the first painting in the series so, who’s better to promote it than the lady in question. You come to the opening gala in full drag make up, costume the whole nine yards. You’ll charm everyone as your alter ego.” I rattled off at her as my excitement level over the idea grew.
“Oh Philip, it is one thing to do it on stage.” She began to protest, “but it’s quite another to do it at your opening night showing.” “Don’t be daft, as you are so won’t to say. It’s still going to be performance art, you could even do a song or two if you so desire. Think of it Victoria it’s perfect in so many ways. You’ll be helping me out majorly to promote my work and you’ll do it with style and flair. It’ll be a fresh new twist on the evening that will pump some life and energy into it. Also you’ll be able to make it on stage, I’ll arrange to have a car waiting out front to whisk to your performance. Come on say that you will? Pretty please.” I wheedled, now found myself in the position of being the one cajoling her into something. “Don’t make me bring out the big guns and do the puppy dog eyes.” And with that I gave her my most soulful big eyed look that I could possibly muster, as I took her hands in mine and gave them a warm squeeze.
“How am I supposed to be able to say no to that face?” she sighed. “That my dear is entirely the point of it, you’re not supposed to be able to say no to it. Come on, this is going to be brilliant, just trust me.” I said taking her hands in mine. “Well I kind of owe you after all you’ve done for me and if you’re really feeling confident that this will be a help and not hinder your business than by all means I shall trust you that this is the way to go.” She finally agreed. “Trust me, I’ve got a really good feeling about how this will all turn out. I really did think this was one of the best promotional ideas I’d ever come up with and my instincts told me it was indeed going to stir up more than a little interest. Especially when the philanthropists in the crowd tossed their support behind the cause. This was definitely going to be a win, win situation for all parties concerned. I was also thrilled that despite her own misgivings that this might not be the best of ideas she was going to willingly support me in my decision and support me in any and every way that she could. It spoke to my heart about her belief in me and how much she loved me more than her words could have at this moment.
ACT 18
The next couple of days were exhausting as we worked towards accomplishing both our individual and mutual goals. I scrambled to come up with the perfect songs to do at the gala for Philip’s clients as well as working my tail feathers off as I practiced the routines to make sure they were was flawless as possible. The outfit I’d wear was the least of my worries as upon hearing that I was going to perform at the opening night of the art gallery, Sush had volunteered to design the ultimate outfit for the evening. I’d tried to convince her that I’d wear something I already owned but she insisted it had to be something sensationally fabulous to wear to mark the occasion. Thankfully, taking time for fittings wasn’t necessary as Sush, had created outfits for me in the past and always kept my measurements on file, which really wasn’t necessary as she knew them as well as she knew the back of her own hand. I also filled my days with research for my next column, and doing little things to make life easier for Philip.
Phillip for his part work ceaselessly on the first in the series of the paintings he wanted to unveil. I’d had no idea how much went into the creative process for an artist. I found it fascinating to be able to view it firsthand as well as being at least in some small part of it. He revelled in the entirety of the creative process and you could see the true passion he had for it in his eyes as he worked. I’d interrupt him only long enough to bring him a fresh cup of coffee, or insist he take 5 minutes away from his project to eat a little something. He’d nuzzle me with adore and get a gleam in his eyes as he insisted he’d rather spent the precious few minutes of these breaks with me as opposed to taking any form of nourishment, claiming I was the only manna he required. I’d stubbornly hold my ground that he needed to keep his strength up and he would acquiesce and ravenously wolf down whatever I’d brought him.
Philip’s assistants had long since vacated the gallery, and there was no one but the two of us in the stillness of the building. I was curled up in a chair in the corner of the artist’s studio, pouring over some research material for my next column. The clock had long since struck midnight and ticked into the wee hours of Thursday morning and there were times I had to fight off being lulled to sleep as the words began to swim before my eyes. It was important to me to be there when Philip finished his latest work of art. There was a certain comfort just being able to be near him, to glance up and see him concentrating as he dabbed paint on the canvas, then he would stand back with a critical eye, chewing on the end of his brush before applying another stroke. Other times I would sense his eyes were on me, and I would look over the edge of my book to see his eyes softening as he drank me in and a warmth would spread throughout me as he gazed upon me.
“Victoria? My love?” I heard his gentle voice calling to me. My eyes which had closed of their own volition were suddenly alert. He turned to me and held out his hands to me. “It’s finally ready and of course I want you to be the first one to see it and give me your opinion of it.” I uncurled myself for the chair and stretched languidly like a cat would waking from a nap as I made my way over to Philip. “Behold,” He said triumphantly. I stared in amazement at what he’d so loving and painstakingly crafted. A thousand thoughts ran through my head as I stood staring at it, unable to articulate how in awe of it I was. The portrait was of me, in the backstage dressing room as I transformed from me to Miss Kitty. I had no clue as to how he had managed to capture the vulnerability that I felt before I transformed myself into my alter ego, who was everything I wasn’t At the same time he’d also had captured the confidence I acquired as I donned my new persona. This picture had managed to capture so many aspects of the energy and emotions that flowed behind the scenes of a live stage performance. There was the camaraderie between the other cast members who were captured in the reflection of the mirror. The colours and vibrancy of costumes strewn about the room, and though it had no words, save for Philip's signature in the bottom right hand corner, the picture spoke volumes.
“Victoria?” He said gently wrapping his arms around me and turning me to face him. “Philip, I’m utterly overwhelmed by it. I had no idea you could capture so many different nuances of a person in a single painting. I feel like you know exactly what I’m thinking and how my thought process and perceptions change as I lacquer on the layers of mascara. How I find courage in the layers of makeup and the costumes. It’s utterly fantastic what you’ve created here. I love it without question.” A smile of humble gratitude crossed his face, making him appear even more handsome than I already thought him to be. “I’d never have been able to capture it the way I have if it hadn’t been for you. That one night on stage taught me so much. It was a definite learning experience for me. You find when you begin that you’re so raw, vulnerable totally exposing yourself. Then as you begin to create your new identity it’s like you gain some sort of new found strength and confidence that you never even knew you could possess.
You take on this new persona and suddenly anything seems possible and you feel like you can conquer the world. The only thing that has ever made me even more so than that night is knowing the wonder of your love. You bring out the best in me and fill me with a strength that comes from deep within me. You are far more than just my muse Victoria. I love you, with all my heart and with all my soul.” As he finished intoning those words, he took my face in his hands and kissed me. Despite the fact we were both physically and mentally exhausted from the late nights and all the intensity that had filled the days as well, there was a definite energy that was surging between us. Which led us to fulfilling at least a partial fantasy I had of Philip and I that first day he had kissed me in the studio. A frenzied flurry of movements soon had us naked and caressing each other as we stood before the painting. He very gallantly through down a paint spattered tarp. The answer to the modern day gentleman spreading down his waistcoat for his lady. He gathered me in his arms and swept me up so that he was cradling me against his chest. Sweeping low he gently placed me on the canvas.
As I lowered her upon the canvas tarp the irony was not lost upon me that once again I would be immortalizing my beloved Victoria on canvas. Though this was a much more personal rendering then the one which loomed over us drying on the easel. It was as if we were bringing the portrait to life in some sense. There was a certain vulnerability to making love in the gallery, especially since my assistants had copies of the keys. Though it was doubtful that they would drop by at this hour there was still the under lying possibility of one of them happening by, filled with their own form of performance anxiety over the opening later this evening. The desire in us over rode any form of common sense and only the need to give each other all that we possessed existed. The love we shared was incredibly tender and gentle tonight. Kisses rained over bared shoulders and the most intimate of areas covering each other like the strokes of my brush coloured the canvas. Soft hues of pinks, deepened into shades of rose and reds as our levels of arousal rose.
My quivering brush poised above her palette before I dipped into that liquid which would coat me countless times before we were through. Her hands caressing me as though she were a sculptress molding and shaping her own vision of what the perfect male should be. It was a special communion we were sharing, as we blended together our mediums and coloured each other’s world with love. We shared whispered words affirming our commitment and love to each other as we rocked back and forth locked together. Taking our time to reach that shared moment of ecstasy, climbing together to reach that peak in tandem. The moment when it hit us simultaneously it swept over us carrying us on a wave of unsurpassed glee. We remained together cradled in each other’s arms, always finding it difficult to separate after what we had just shared. She shivered in the coolness of the room and I drew the tarp around and pressed my body closer to hers to protect her from it. She nuzzled neck and whispered her thanks to me.
Perhaps it was the artist in me but I imaged we looked very much like the couple that were entwined in one of Gustav Klimt most well-known works entitled “The Kiss.” It was a most striking work of art and had always held a special place in my heart. I had to smile at the thought of it. “Well, someone seems happy.” She cooed softly as she nestled into me. “I am indeed.” I assured her. Despite the lack of physical comfort provided by the wooden floor beneath us I think we were both so physically spent we could have cheerfully just remained locked in each other’s arms and spent the night on the floor together. Which of course was not the most practical of solutions. “I hate to do it but we both need to grab at least a few hours of proper sleep. It’s nearly five in the morning.” I told her as I glanced at the clock on the wall as it ticked silently onward. More shared kisses and we reluctantly uncoupled ourselves, gathered our clothes and dressed. For some reason we carefully folded the tarp and stowed it safely away as though it had become a treasured part of the history we were creating together. I left a note on Pamela’s desk telling her what my anticipated time of return would be, but assuring her that it was fine to contact me before that if she had any questions or issues she needed clarification on. After that we locked up and headed out to the car.
The plus side to commuting at this hour of the morning was traffic was pretty much no existent. The TTC street cars lumbered along their tracks stopping only intermittently. Newspaper delivery trucks such as the Globe and Mail and the Toronto Star were also on the road dropping off bundles of papers and placing them in vending boxes awaiting the throng of commuters that would soon be inhabiting the nearly barren streets and snatching them up to read on the public transit. The sun was rising and illuminating the skyline of the city urging it to come to life and start pulsating with the corpuscles of human activity. To me I was more than content to be heading home with my girl by my side, her hand resting in my thigh. I was even looking forward to a warm welcome from Sydney who I really hadn’t seen much of the last couple of days other than to come home briefly to grab a quick shower and change only to go back to the studio at the gallery. I was quickly learning to love this new found domestic life I was so rapidly embracing.
“Home sweet home” I said as we pulled into the driveway. “May I see you home?” I asked ever the gentleman, despite the fact I was quite certain of the answer. “You may indeed sir.” She smiled. Arm in arm we climbed the steps and opened the door. True to form there was Sydney, meowing his little heart out, “You call this parenting? Where are you people when I need you? Honestly this had better not become the new norm coming in at this hour constantly.” I picked him up and gave him a cuddle and scratched behind his ears to mollify him, Victoria gave him a kiss on the top of his fuzzy little head. “We’ll both try to do better Sydney, now how about we take care of you and give you a little something special.” I told him which earned me a purr which I took to mean he found this acceptable. Victoria just arched her eyebrow at me. “You’re going to let him eat on top of the kitchen table again and give him treats too boot aren’t you?” She said trying to look stern but failing. “More than likely.” I grinned at her, which just made her laugh. She followed us out to the kitchen and grabbed a bag to take care of as she termed it “toxic waste” from his litter box.
We met at the bottom of the stairs, both exhausted but happy with the fact we were together. “I should probably shower and shave before I crawl into bed but I’ve barely got the energy to brush my teeth at the moment.” I told her as I caught myself in a yawn. “I feel the same way if it’s any consolation to you at all.” She answered me stifling her own yawn with a quick hand to cover her mouth. “So you’d be willing to settle for fresh breath and a shave?” I asked hopefully eager to just snuggle up to her in the comfort of our bed. “I’ll settle for just the fresh breath. The stubble’s rather sexy.” She told me as she stroked my face to emphasize her point and gave me a smouldering look. “Ladies choice it is.” Which made her giggle. Side by side, hip to hip we brushed our teeth, then headed for the bedroom. We shucked our clothes, not caring where we dropped them and pulled back the covers before we crawled into them. Stretching out in the comfort of the bed felt like such a luxury to me but it was nothing compared to being able to snuggle next to Victoria. If felt like it had been far too long since we’d been able to share time this way.
I spooned her body as she lay on her side my hand cupping the fullness of her breast as I did. She pressed the warmth of her bottom against me and snuggled into me easing the allowing me to flow with the contours of her body into my own. I gave her a tender kiss just behind her ear and she let out a contented little purr. “I love you Philip.” She murmured before she drifted off to sleep in my arms. I was only a split second behind her and that was only because I felt Sydney leap on to the bed and curl up at our feet. I drifted off happy to be surrounded by the warmth and love of my little family. When we both woke we were still in the same positions that we’d fallen asleep in, clearly we had both just been too exhausted to even more a muscle during the night. I nibbled delicately on the nape of her neck and earlobe. “Hmmm, you must be hungry this morning.” She murmured softly. “Always when you’re on the menu.” I breathed hotly in her ear. “But I regret to inform you that it’s already well past noon and as much as I would love to remain in bed and play the part of the big bad wolf with you I’ll have to offer you a rain check.” I rubbed my stubbly cheek against the velvety softness of her own cheek. “It’s going to be awfully hard to wait to collect on it.” She moaned in protest. “I’ll make it worth your wild my dear.” I told her as I nipped at her ear lobe. “Oh Mr. Wolf what sharp teeth you have.” She quipped. “All the better to eat you with my dear.” I responded which sent us both into a gale of laughter which left the two of us gasping for air. “I love that we can be silly like this.” I said as I rolled her on top of me and looked into her eyes. “Me too.” She responded and kissed me on the tip of my nose.
We ended up showering together a little pre cursor to the rain check that I had promised her and fully intended to honour at the first possible opportunity. As I shaved my face, she shaved her legs. It was rather sexy seeing her wrapped in a towel and perched on the edge of the tub as she zipped her own little pink razor up and down those gorgeous legs of hers. The plan was to have something to eat, then while she packed her drag bag I’d pop over to the other house and pick up one of my suits and a pair of dress shoes for the evening festivities. I’d take it with us and change at the gallery later, just as Victoria planned to get ready there. Sush had dropped off her new outfit the previous day but she hadn’t had a chance to show it to me yet, so naturally I was eager to see what cunning little outfit she’d be sporting for the occasion. No matter what it was I could already feel the rush of anticipation with just a modicum of trepidation about the evening that would soon be unfolding before my very eyes, and good very well make or break my career here in Toronto.
We arrived to at the gallery to find my assistants already busily at work. Victoria and I could both feel the energy as it picked up momentum. Florists dropped off floral arrangements, catering staff arrived to set up tables and drape them with table clothes so they could arrange the floral centre pieces and colour co-ordinated napkins on them. Pamela held a clip board in one hand which she was checking off each small detail as it was completed. Another of my assistants had his mobile glued to his ear, as he conversed quietly with one of our expected guests for the evening. “Hi Philip, Hi Victoria. Already for the big event?” Pamela greeted us eagerly. “The show will go on.” I grinned at her and the three of us broke into a chuckle. “Now I don’t want you to worry about a single thing, it’s all going off like clockwork and unbelievably were even ahead of schedule. So relax and enjoy. Oh and Victoria I took the liberty of adding a couple of extra lights in the bathroom so the lighting will be better in there when you do your makeup for tonight. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to scoot and return a couple of phone calls about tonight.” Pamela said as she hurried off to fulfill the rest of her tasks.
“She’s a sweet girl Philip to think of me.” I told him. “Victoria I think she’s rather in awe of you and want to try to impress you in any way she can.” Philip responded. “In awe of me? Don’t be silly.” I laughed at him. “No it’s true, she’s still young and impressionable trying to make her mark in the world and here you come along a seasoned pro and graciously take her under your wing. You didn’t criticize her rookie mistakes with planning this event. You were kind and compassionate knowing she was experiencing growing pains that we all have to as we learn how navigate the world. You also made it a point ever so subtly that it’s important not to burn your bridges and to remember those that help you along the way and not take them for granted. You give her something to aspire to Victoria.” I told her which only made her flush.
Still not overly used to accepting such kind compliments from Philip I quickly changed the subject. “Well it seems like everything is under control so I think I’ll make myself scarce and go put on my pretty face, while you do whatever it is that you have to finish up with.” I told him softly. He wrapped his arms around me. “You can’t improve on the perfection of your beauty Victoria, but I will admit I find you particularly fetching when your hair is tousled after we’ve made love and you have that glow in your eyes for me.” He whispered softly in my ears. He gave me a soft kiss on my forehead and left me to my own devices as I set out to get ready. The ladies powder room was small but was set up nicely a small table with mirror over it which would make it so much easier to apply my make up as opposed to having to balance my compact as I readied my face for tonight’s back to back shows. The room even had a small bouquet of fresh cut flowers in it which I was sure was a concession to tonight’s even. Also there were as Pamela had promised a couple of small table lamps to ensure I had adequate lighting. I smiled grateful that she had thought of it. I unzipped my drag bad and removed my makeup bag, then sat down and prepared to do a little painting of my own. I took great pains not to mar the pristine atmosphere in the little room, by getting so much as a fleck of eye shadow or anything else on the table top. I worked steadily shading and contouring my features, as carefully as Philip had done while creating his latest painting.
My eyes fluttered as I attached my fake eyelashes, and my lips twitched into a little smile as they did. I still couldn’t believe I was actually about to do this, but I would do anything Philip asked me too, if I thought it would be to his benefit, just as he would do anything for me. It was heartwarming to know I was so loved and in such a healthy give and take relationship. When I was satisfied that my face was flawless it was time to get dressed. I took a quick check of the door to ensure that it was locked securely sot that one of Philip’s staff or one of the catering staff wouldn’t inadvertently wander in while I was changing. I removed my stockings from the depths of my bag and carefully removed the latest stunning outfit Sush had made for me. It was perfect for tonight and I totally loved it. It was sleek and chic with a sophistication that was perfect for the evening but still managed to have an element of drag queen fun and campiness to it. I inched the hosiery up my legs carefully so as not to snag them on my nicely French manicured nails. Then it was time to slip into my costume. It was a form fitting little black corset which had been inlaid painstakingly with sequins and beadwork to make it shimmer. Next I slipped on the smart little tuxedo jacket complete with tails which were embellished with intricate beading as well. I reached for the little black velvet bow tie as I heard a soft tapping at door.
“Victoria? Would you let me in please?” Philip inquired politely. I unlocked the door and popped my head around the edge of it. He stood there clothing bag in hand. “Mind if I share your dressing room with you?” He grinned at me charmingly as he made his request. “Well I was promised a private dressing room, you know how we divas are about sharing.” I answered in my best drag queeniest voice possible. It just made him break into an even wider smile. “Pretty please, Miss Kitty?” he wheedled. “What if I still say no?” I said trying very hard not to grin back at him. “Well then girlfriend, I’ll just have to drag out my own fierce alter ego then.” He responded with a snapping flourish of his fingers and placing his hand on his hip. “Quick learner.” I complimented him. Then grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the room as we both laughed merrily. “I’m not quite ready to make my grand entrance, so hurry up would you please.” He slipped in and locked the door behind him. I retreated a few paces and Philip paused as he drank me in. “You look fantastic Victoria.” He said softly as he laid his suit over the back of the chair. Then he embraced me and planted a firm kiss upon my lips. “I’ve been dying to do that for what seems like hours.” He murmured into my ear. It would have been so easy to get caught up in the moment and remain entwined for hours like this but we both knew we had to get a move on.
“Before you change would you help me with the clasp on this bow tie please Philip” He took the tie from my hand and I spun around and lifted my hair so he could attach the clasp at the back of it. Sush had designed it like a little velvet chocker with the tie attached to the front of it. Philip took the opportunity when he’d clasped it in place to nuzzle the nape of my neck. “Would you behave yourself?” I admonished him. ‘Things like this start out innocently enough then the next thing you know…” I began in a voice that trembled with the thrill of what usually came next for the two of us. He nipped gently at my neck. “I haven’t forgotten I still plan to play the big bad wolf you.” Philip growled low in my ear, sending electric pulses surging throughout every fibre of my being. If he didn’t knock it off I was going to be completely swept off of my feet by his advances. “Another time my dear but remember anticipation is half the fun.” He said as he kissed my cheek suddenly all business again.
While Philp changed, and yes I admit it I did steal glances at him as I finished putting on a few final touches. I was slipping the post of a pearl earring into my earlobe and caught his reflection in the mirror. He cut a most dashing figure in his suit a, dress shirt perfectly matching silk tie. Philip looked as if he was about to have a photo shoot done for Gentleman’s Quarterly. “How do I look? Do I look like a successful artist, brimming with confidence?” He asked with just the slightest note of anxiety to his voice. “You seriously look amazing Philip. Very polished, professional and oozing confidence.” I assured him as I advanced towards him. I reached up and adjusted his tie ever so slightly, “Now you are absolutely perfect and ready to go” I smiled as I reached up on tippy toes to kiss his cheek. “Already to go as well?” he asked. “Yes, I just need to slip on my heels and grab my top hat, then we can officially get this party started.” He grabbed my drag bag in one hand, as we planned to stow it in his office during the event. The other arm he offered to me as a proper escort would. I smiled as popped the top hat onto my perfectly styled hair, and slipped my arm through his. “Alright let’s go out there and make this affair a smashing success that will be remembered for years to come.” As I straightened my back and unlocked the door with my free hand.
When I started writing this second book, I wanted to write another romantic tale, coupled with tasteful erotica, and the subplot to include some of the amazing experiences I have had in my own life. I’ve had the unique privilege of being initiated into the world of Drag Queen performance, despite the fact I was a straight woman. This story is still very much a tale of romance but it's taken on a far deeper meaning for me where the subplot is concerned and I want others to know that love is love no matter who shares it.
The Bruce to Caitlyn Jenner story has generated a great deal of attention in the recent months and while that story has raised a great deal of controversy for many people, it’s something that is very real to me. Currently, I have a friend that is in the process of transitioning, as well as other friends that have transitioned in the past. To me nothing has changed about these people they are still the same warm, loving, caring, intelligent, humorous and spirited people that I’ve always known, loved and been proud to call my friends. It takes a special type of courage to be true to yourself and I have the utmost respect for these individuals.
I fully accept that not all people share my views, nor do I share theirs but even when people do have differences I cannot in all good conscience tolerate or accept cruelty or malicious statements and hypocrisy such as the ones I have seen so prevalently posted on places like Facebook, Twitter and other social media sights. Tolerance, acceptance, love and peace are truly a part of my belief system.
I’m making a conscious decision to speak out on behalf of the LGBT community because if I choose to sit by passively will I be the next person targeted, for one reason or another whether it is real or imagined, by another group of people who will somehow be able to justify it as immoral, to suit their own belief system. I urge you all to think about it and choose a peaceful path filled with compassion and tolerance.
Originally this chapter had a much lighter tone to it but my writing partner Mike Thomas (who’s works can be found here (http://amoristicpillow.weebly.com/ ) called me on it because he knows how passionately I do feel about acceptance and tolerance. With his help I believe we’ve found a way to turn this story into a valuable learning tool that while it may not change some people’s minds about the LGBT community, it will at the very least challenge them to think about how they view not only themselves but other people and if we have, then this project will be a successful one.
I have reworked the previous chapter as well to maintain consistency in the timeline of events so it is a good place to start to catch up before the latest installment.
Thanks so much for all your support and enthusiasm for my works, it is always greatly appreciated!
Be well, be kind
Peace!
ACT 19
It was a proud moment for me to be launching my latest business venture but more importantly there was the security of knowing that no matter how it turned out, I’d have the love and support of the woman who was on my arm. I allowed myself to steal glances at her as we surveyed the gallery together one final time before the doors were finally opened. The bright vivacious creature truly was my inspiration and so much more to me. There was a definite adrenaline rush flooding the room as various people took their positions. Pamela was hovering by the door checking her wristwatch waiting for the first of the clients to arrive. Catering staff stood poised ready to pick up trays of scrumptious looking appetizers and flutes of champagne to circulate amongst the guests. The bar staff were uncorking wine allowing it to breathe. The gentleman in the chef’s jacket calmly directing his staff I presumed was Victoria’s friend Tino, who I hadn’t yet had a chance to meet. There was this undercurrent of energy in the room which just caught everyone in its path and carried them along in its flow.
“Philip, just a quick minute. I want to introduce you to Tino.” Victoria said softly as she guided me over to where he stood surveying the buzzing activity in the room with a practiced eye. His face lit up as he saw the two of us approaching. “Why Victoria, you are as lovely as always but somehow I was expecting more of a grand entrance out of you. Aren’t you going to be performing tonight?” He said as he gave me a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. I just grinned mischievously at him. “You never know what I might do.” My response and the truth of it caused all three of us to burst into laughter. “Very true.” He responded before turning his attentions on Philip. “Oh and you must be Philip” he said extending his hand and smiling warmly. I took his hand and gave it a firm shake. “Tino it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m so indebted to you for taking on this assignment, so last minute for me.” I told him sincerely. “Not a problem at all. More than happy to help out, think nothing of it.” He said jovially. I couldn’t help it, I had to like the guy despite, the fact that he may have at one time had designs on Victoria.
“So all ready for the big night?” Tino inquired of Philip and me as he made a small gesture with his hand to one of his servers who promptly arrived with glasses of champagne for the three of us. “Here’s to the evening being a success for one and all.” He intoned as we each took a glass. “To a successful evening.” The three of us chimed together as we tipped our glasses against each other and the distinctive sound of clinking glasses filled our ears before we each took a fortifying sip. “I’m also really anxious to see just what’s going to be revealed on that easel later this evening, as I’ve been admiring several of your other works while we’ve been setting up this evening.” Tino said. “Thank you. I do hope it’s going to be quite the show stopper and the first in a series. Until then.” Philip began. At which point I cut in with “Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction will bring him back.” “Well I shall indeed be back to see what the big secret is all about but for now I must get back to business. If you’ll both excuse me, I’ll catch up with you both later in the evening.” He said as he flashed up both two thumbs up and grinned.
“Well it looks like we’re on Victoria, the first our guests are arriving and I want you by my side because as far as I’m concerned we’re a team and we’ll make it or break it tonight as team.” Philip intoned solemnly. “Ready or not here we come.” I responded. He gave me a wink and whisked me across the floor on his arm to meet the first of the arrivals. I was surprisingly at ease despite my earlier bouts of nerves. There were also some very real and valid reasons why I knew this evening could potentially turn into a complete and utter nightmare. The LGBT community could be a controversial topic at the best of times but in the current climate it could be considered a ticking time bomb. The very public decision of former Olympic gold medalist Bruce Jenner to embrace and honour who he truly was after years of trying to deny it and finally take the plunge and having surgery to enable him to be the woman he always knew he was meant to be. It was a majorly hot and tremendously controversial subject. So right now Philip deciding to honour such topics in his work could become a land mind just waiting to be triggered and blow up on him. Tonight could turn into a real nail biter not to mention cause Philip to lose some affluent clients who could help make or break his gallery here in Toronto.
So far the evening was going quite smoothly. People were enjoying taking in Philp’s art works and those of the other artists that he featured in his gallery. They were also happily indulging themselves on the excellent cuisine that Tino and his staff had prepared and were offering in grand style to the guests. Even though it was early in the evening a couple of painting had already been sold, so maybe my fears had all been found less and I should just take a couple deep breaths and relax and just enjoy the evening and my up- coming performance. It was then I noticed some rather familiar faces entering the room and my face lit up entirely. I looked over at Philip who had clearly spied our V.I.P. guests moments before I had and was judging my reaction to their arrival. “Oh Philip, I can’t believe you invited the girls for me.” I gushed really over whelmed to see my dear friend’s familiar faces coming towards me. “I knew you’d had reservations about performing tonight so I figured it might be a good idea to call in the troops so you’d have some moral support.” He grinned at me. “But how? When on earth did you get a hold of them?
You’ve barely had time to come home and shower. Let alone do anything else with all the work that you’ve been doing on the painting. Did you go through my mobile?” I asked quirking an eyebrow at him. “No I would never dream of invading your privacy. I did however pop into the club one evening, and have a little talk with Sush, who was only too happy to arrange to have a little entourage of your friends here for moral support.” Philip informed me. “You diva’s need an entourage don’t you?” He teased me, as I embraced each of my friends warmly including Miss Antoinette who informed me that she wouldn’t have dreamed of missing tonight for all the world. I was deeply touched that they cared so much to come out and support me. I also noticed that despite appearing in drag they had all toned it down several notches from their normally over the top looks for something much more understated. It was rather amazing but I swear if I hadn’t know they were all men I would have just naturally assumed they were women. Sush in particular was a flawless beauty and it wouldn’t have surprised me in the slightest if someone inquired about getting her number for a potential date this evening. She looked absolutely stunning in her outfit.
Philip and I ensured that our friends were taken care of with food and drinks and continued to circulate through the growing crowd. As we did so, once again I found faces in the crowd that I was more than a little familiar with. “Philip” I whispered urgently. “I used to work with some of these people. There’s Charlie Dugan, he was the head of the marketing department, and that’s William Kendal, one of the VP’s of a firm I used to deal with and there’s…” my voice trailed off as I found myself face to face with one of my old colleagues who to be honest I was never all that keen on for a variety of reasons. The words pompous and arrogant sprang to mind instantly to me. For Philp’s sake I was determined to remain polite and poised, when the reality was I could have cheerfully turned and walked away. “Nice to see you again.” I said politely, and although it came out rather stiff and formal sounding to my own ears, I somehow knew that fact would go unnoticed by this ignoramus. “You must have heard I was going to be attending tonight and just couldn’t stay away, had to see the Davester.” He said smugly, completely oblivious to the fact Philip remained by my side, and had a look that indicated “I’d rather like to pop this guy one, right in the nose.” “Actually David, I’m here as the owner gave me a personal invitation.” “Oh really, is he one of those artsy fartsy types like you used to live with? If he’s an artist I bet the guy is a real fruit just like that well for the sake of argument that freak you used to live with, what was his name? Tinkerbell?” As he gave a cruel little laugh at his idea of humour. “His name is Hinesh and he’s a very dear friend of mine.” I replied, barely able to conceal my contempt for David and his utter rudeness. “Whatever, Vicki, lighten up we both know the guys a little light in the loafers. Probably do the same thing as that Jenner freak and try and cross over to your team, you know be one of the girls.” He laughed making some effeminate gestures with his hands. His laugher was cruel and rang hollow in my ears. My blood was boiling and if there hadn’t been so many people around I would be making a scene of epic proportions.
Part of me was waiting for Victoria to slap this jerk the other part of myself was holding myself back from doing something similar but only with my hand balled into a fist. I couldn’t believe this guy. The anger was rising in Victoria’s cheeks and her stance changed, not unlike a cat that when challenged and getting ready for a fight puffs themselves up in order to look larger and more formidable to their enemy. Her voice remained calm and even, and I admired her reserve. “I notice you’re going stag tonight David, were the escort agencies all booked or your mother refused to accompany you?” she asked sweetly.
The Davester began to bluster at her, but she just laughed lightly “Oh Dave, lighten up, it’s a joke right?” she added with an acid tone to her voice indicating that it wasn’t but she’d clearly taken all the crap from him that she was going to. Quickly switching gears she said “David, may I introduce you to the owner at whose invitation you’re here this evening. This is Philip Renault the owner, resident artist and…” She delivered crisply in an almost clipped tone, which only marginally concealed her growing ire with the buffoon that stood before us. Before I cut in with “her future husband.” The look I gave him as I delivered it conveyed a definite attitude of cease and desist with your negative remarks or I’ll have you by the collar and escort you out myself. This was one client I could definitely afford to lose was the way I was looking at it.
“Now, now imagine that.” David said as he quickly scanned me up and down. “No offense old man just joking about you being an artist and therefore some sort of pansy boy. I really do admire your work, besides it’s got a good market value to it, which is all that matters to me.” He said extending his hand to me. I took it and made sure to give it a good firm shake. Good old Dave cringed and winced as I shook it, which made Victoria grin at his obvious discomfort. I didn’t get a chance to say another word to this world class jerk as he made his escape immediately claiming he urgently needed to speak to someone he had seen that he knew on the other side of the room. “Victoria, do you want me to ask him to leave? He’s clearly a complete and utter ass. I’m so sorry that happened.” I apologized to her. “Philip that guy has always been a creep and he always will be. If I weren’t a lady I have a few other choice words to call him and you’d probably think I was salty old sailor.
Let him stay, it could get interesting. I’m not going to let him ruin your special night though. I’m sure he’ll probably just end up leaving early, after he tries to hit on one of your guests and gets shot down in the process.” She said trying to make a joke of it though I knew she was seething inside. I had to admire her, she was far more composed about all of this than I was. I’d wanted to shake that guys hand so hard that he ended up on his knees and that was just for starters. He should be counting his blessings that we all weren’t twenty something years younger, because my teenage self wouldn’t have had been so couth had he insulted my girl. I would have met him on the football field after school and cleaned his clock. I couldn’t dwell on this clown now I had to regain my composure and play the role of the consummate good host.
Victoria and I continued to make the rounds and she introduced me to some of her other former colleagues who were in attendance, who were quite engaging people and I enjoyed our brief chats with them. Over all things seemed to be going well, although after some of the comments that ‘the Davester’ had made earlier the odds were there were some other rather narrow minded people in attendance this evening that would share his views. Now I found myself debating with myself do I stay true to my believes and ideals and carry on as planned or do I play it safe and derail the plans I’d made about unveiling the portrait and having Victoria perform. Victoria had this unique talent of being able to read my mind. “Don’t you dare even consider thinking about copping out and not going through with unveiling your efforts tonight.” She said quietly placing her hand delicately on my arm. “You are not going to let that narrow minded bigot or anyone else stop you from showing off your talents. You clearly believe in this series and what it stands for and you’re not going to let some barbarian dissuade you because if you do you’re really no better than he is Philip. I didn’t even have to think about it the moment I heard her words.
“You’re absolutely right Victoria and I know I’m better than that. If I lose clients over my decision to carry on with this, then so be it. At least I’ll have a clear conscience and be able to live with myself and sleep at night. Yes, I want to be successful and be able to provide a good life for the two of us, but I don’t believe it was ever my bank balance that attracted you to me. You love me for me. You’ve opened my mind to a whole new world and introduced me to some wonderful people that I probably would never have met if it hadn’t been for you. I may be taking a risk doing this but it’s one that I’m more than willing to take. You with me on this?” I asked her. Her response was quick and empathic. “I am so totally on board with this. In fact I’m more determined than ever to make this the best performance I’ve ever done tonight. I want you to be proud of me, the same way that I’m so very proud of you for sticking to your guns and seeing this whole thing through.
Now if you’ll give me a quick kiss, I believe I have to go to a little presto change so that I can razzle dazzle your clients.” She winked at me as I gave her a quick kiss. She squeezed my hand and hustled off to transform herself. After she left to change, I hunted down Pamela and another of my assistants Jay. Unbeknownst to Victoria I’d put together a little mini documentary that with the help of my assistants, Sush and a few other people I’d put together to help introduce the inspiration for my latest works. Jay was going to move the screen into position, while I was gathering together the guests. Pamela would then dim the lights and the presentation would begin. Then as the lights came up just a little Victoria’s music would be cued up and Miss Kitty would emerge into the limelight.
Clearing my voice I began “Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please.” I waited a few moments for people to end their conversations and draw nearer as many of them were scattered about the gallery viewing various pieces of art. “Ladies and Gentleman if you would all be so kind as to indulge me for a few moments, I would be grateful to you. First of all I’d like to take this opportunity to thank each of you for your attendance this evening and for being a part of my Toronto launch.” Which was met with a polite round of applause. “Now the reason for your presence here this evening is the fact that you are all known to be art lovers. As you know art comes in various forms and recently I’ve had the privilege of being introduced to form of performance art that I would never have dreamed I would become acquainted with, but it’s opened my eyes to an entirely new world. It’s been an inspiration for my latest creations which I will be unveiling to you in shortly but before I unveil them, I have a short presentation to give to help you understand how this latest project of mine came to fruition. So without further ado.” The lights went were dimmed considerably and the video began to flash on the screen. The room was silent as the audio began to play.
A montage of clips featuring such things as stills from Tootsie, Victor, Victoria, Priscilla Queen of the Dessert, the original Hair spray featuring stills of Devine. I couldn’t help but over here a couple negative comments, still I wasn’t prepared to back down. The video continued to play. It cut to a shot of Miss Antoinette first as a man relating the Stonewall Riots in New York City and how it was considered a major milestone in gay liberation and the modern fight for the LGBT community. Next she appeared in drag, as Miss Antoinette and spoke of Operation Soap which though it didn’t happen until 1981 was considered the Toronto equivalent to that historic series of events in New York.
After I finished reinventing myself into my alter ego in record time, I popped my head out of the restroom waiting for my music to be cued, but instead the room was dark and shadowy figures stood clustered about staring at a screen on which a video of some sort was playing. I inched out of the room to get a better view and to also hear what was being said. It stopped me dead in my tracks. Philip who had clearly been waiting for me to emerge stealthily worked his way over to me in the darkened room. He wound his arm around my waist and drew me close to his side, never saying a single word as we both watched in silence. There was a strength and sincerity to her words, describing the struggle she’d had to endure just to be allowed to be who and what she was, along with so many other people in this city. It broke my heart when she spoke of being brutally attacked on her way home from her shows over the years, the harassment and discrimination in multiple forms.
I began to tremble from an overload of emotions. I knew the truth of those words all too well from my own personal experiences. More than once I’d spent nights in emergency wards waiting in apprehensive torture as friends, people that I loved and respected were stitched back together, bodies bruised and battered from vicious attacks by ignorant people that felt that they somehow had the right to decide how other people should be kept in line an taught a lesson for no other reason than they were being themselves. The people had believed in this vigilante form of what they considered morality were nothing but cowards to me, and they enraged me. Philip remained silent his only reaction was to wrap himself even closer and more tightly as he were trying to shield and protect me he provided me with my own little safe place in his arms.
In the shadowy darkness we both saw a couple of silhouetted figures work their way towards the doors and exit. It may not be Stonewall but I couldn’t help but thinking I was walking into a real hornets' nest by performing tonight. Yet it wasn’t anxiety that filled my heart it was a fierce sense of pride. I was going to do justice to the art form I had been so graciously and loving accepted into despite being a straight woman. I was going to take a stand for my friends and what I believed in. A determination and confidence to do this and do it extremely well filled me. Poignantly they told their stories on the screen, from the trials of learning and accepting who they were to the triumphs of celebrating the discovery of the drag world where they felt a sense of family and made lifelong friendships and more. As the film faded out with clips of performances and Gaga's “I was Born this Way” hammering home that very point, I felt my moment arriving.
Philip kissed my cheek and went over to address the remaining guests. There was a polite smattering of applause from the guest but it was awkward. Still Philip pressed on determined to make this work. “Ladies and Gentleman I’m sure my little presentation wasn’t what you were expecting by any means this evening and I am well aware that some of you are uncomfortable with the subject matter.” At which point he looked pointedly at the Davester, who remained unmoved and dispassionate. I did notice however that he was standing directly next to Sush and was preening in an effort to get her to notice him. Philips voice continued on in a strong, self-assured manner. “So ladies and gentleman, if once again if you’ll indulge me I’ve arranged for a little performance art this evening in the form of a miniature drag show in an effort to capture some of the magic and majesty of this art. Now it’s with great pleasure that I introduce the one and only incomparable Miss Kitty.” It was a now or never defining moment for me. Nodding at Pamela who was standing by ready to start my music for me, I began a mental countdown to the beat and put my best foot forward. The strains of My Name is Tallulah greeted my ears as the blood rushed through me like a fast flowing river. I loved the vampy quality to the song, which easily allowed for air kisses and little come hither gestures with the flip of a gentleman’s tie or a crooked finger beckoning them to you. I began to lip synch to the words as I began my sultry little strut around the room. I had always loved the film Bugsy Malone ever since I’d first seen it years ago as a kid, but as I grew older the songs had taken on a far deeper meaning for me. This one, entitled “My Name Is Tallulah”, to me stood for all the lonely souls out there and how sometimes just having one person that crossed your path in life, even for a small while and was kind could make a difference to you. I’d never forgotten the song or the principles I believed it stood for.
“My name is Tallulah. My first rule of thumb,
I don't say were I'm going Or where I'm coming from
I try to leave a little reputation behind me.
So if you really need to, you'll know how to find me.”
A quick spin and a thrust of my hip as I looked over my shoulder.
“My name is Tallulah, I live till I die.
I'll take what you give me and I won't ask why.
I made a lot of friends, in some exotic places.
I don't remember names but I remember faces.”
I sashayed over to Philip and ran the tip of my finger along his jaw line as I delivered the line.
“Lonelyyy you don't have to be lonely,
come and see Tallulah,
we can chase your troubles away.
Ohhh, if you’re lonely,
you don't have to be lonely.
When they talk about Tallulah,
you know what they say,
No one south of heaven's
gonna treat you finer,
Tallulah had her training
in North Carolina.”
I was clearly engaging my audience and I noticed several faces in the crowd actually were wearing smiles of delight on their faces, as they clearly were getting into the spirit of it all Those few positive responses were enough to spur me on.
“My name is Tallulah
and soon I'll be gone.
An open invitation is,
the road I'll travel on.
I never say goodbye
because the words upset me,
you may forgive my going
but you won't forget me.”
It was gratifying to me to see people starting to respond so well to my facial expressions and dance moves and getting into the music and the show. Many hands were clapping in rhythm and i could see some arms waving to the music as more and more of the audience participated in the celebration.
“Lonelyyyy, you don't have to be lonely.
Come and see Tallulah,
we can chase your troubles away,
oohhh. If you’re lonely
you don't have to be lonely.
When they talk about Tallulah,
you know what they say,
No one south of heaven's
gonna treat you finer.
Tallulah had her training
in North Carolina.”
The last notes of the song faded as I walked away seductively, blowing kisses as I went. I spun quickly and was pleasantly surprised to see more smiling faces, than there were grim and sober ones. The rounds of applause that I did receive were sweet music, that rung in my ears. Philip was clearly happy, Pamela was clapping with delight etched onto her features, Tino flashed me two thumbs up and was grinning from ear to ear at me. Even the previously more staid and stodgy members of the group were appearing to be enjoying the show. So I launched into my second and what I planned on being my last number of the evening here at the gallery. The music began once more and I launched into my rendition of Cabaret.
“What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play,
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret.
Put down the knitting, the book and the broom.
It's time for a holiday.
Life is a cabaret, old chum,
so come to the cabaret.
Come taste the wine. “
As if on cue I saucily grabbed a glass of passing waiter’s tray and took a sip before handing the glass off to a nearby gentleman before i continued on.
“Come hear the band.
Come blow your horn.
Start celebrating right this way.
Your table's waiting.
What good's permitting
some prophet of doom,
to wipe every smile a way.
Life is a cabaret, old chum,
so come to the cabaret.”
My movements were in perfect synch with the song and I was really throwing my heart into this performance. I continued to sing, loud and strong and from my heart.
“I used to have this girlfriend known as Elsie,
with whom I shared four sordid rooms in Chelsea.
She wasn't what you'd call a blushing flower,
as a matter of fact she rented by the hour.
The day she died the neighbors came too
but when I saw her laid out like a Queen,
she was the happiest corpse, I'd ever seen.
I think of Elsie to this very day,
I remember how she'd turn to me and say,
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a cabaret, old chum
come to the cabaret.
And as for me,
I made my mind up, back in Chelsea.
When I go, I'm going like Elsie,
start by admitting from cradle to tomb,
isn't that long a stay.
Life is a cabaret, old chum.
It's only a cabaret,
old chum and I love a cabaret.
I ended the number with a dramatic slide across the floor on one knee, hands raised dramatically in celebration. I had always loved this song, for it stood for celebrating life and honouring who you were and never allowing yourself to be forced into a cookie cutter mold of what society thought you should be. The crowd went nuts and applauded madly including several whistles. I knew my face was flushed pink from both the exertion of the number and sense of having done a stellar job for Philip. I looked over at him and blew him a kiss. He was applauding madly but strode over and gave me a hand to help me to my feet. “You were fabulous, absolutely fabulous.” He gushed. “Everyone totally loved it, just listen to them.” Shouts of “Encore, Encore.” were being added to the growing din of noise. “Well your public awaits Miss Kitty what do you say?” Philip inquired. “I’d say give the people what they want.” I grinned back at him. I was delirious things were going so well, and I felt like I could have danced and performed all night. The irony of it being that once I left here, I’d be doing pretty much exactly that. I was totally psyched now and in full performance party girl mode so it was appropriate that the next song that came on was “Get This Party Started”, it was full of energy and life and I planned on fully rocking it out, the same way that I choose to live my life.
“I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
“I'm comin' up so you better get this party started.
Get this party started on a Saturday night.
Everybody's waiting for me to arrive,
Sendin' out the message to all of my friends,
we'll be looking flashy in my Mercedes Benz.
I got lot of style, check my gold diamond rings,
I can go for miles if you know what I mean.
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started.
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started.”
I was singing and dancing my heart out, and I could feel the sheen of perspiration on my brow, as I ended with
“Get this party started right now.”
Philip was quick to step in, and spoke up over the applause which had become more genuine, with each number I had done. “Ladies and gentleman thank you for your kind response to my special guest this evening. Now I feel, I need to be honest with you, the lady who has just performed so enthusiastically is in fact a lady born and bred. She circulated amongst you earlier this evening dressed far differently than she is now and she has heard various comments and speculations on this evening from various individuals. The reason for my deception was to attempt to open your eyes to the fact that people are people no matter what the outward appearances may be. Now if you’ll permit me I would like to ask a very special person in my life to help me unveil my latest painting, which is the first in a series I’ll be doing. It is a celebration of art, the human spirit and a desire to honour and be true to oneself. Victoria Bellamy would you do me the great honour of helping me, unveil my most recent project.” Heads began to swivel as people who knew me as Victoria scanned the room trying to determine where I had disappeared to. “I’d consider it an honour and privilege to be a part of the unveiling.” I said stepping forward. There was a shocked silence in the room as I glided over to what I know the silk covered painting that rested on its easel. It was only then that I noticed there was a series of covered easels now present. The performer in me came out in full force, I didn’t break my stride, just followed lead towards the first easel though inwardly I wasn’t even sure myself where this whole evening was headed now.
Not unlike a covered canvas waiting to be unveiled, as humans we often cover our vulnerabilities and cloak them fearing to expose our true selves to the eyes of our critics in society. Though at heart we are decent, moral and loving individuals there will always be those that judge us, simply for the fact we choose to be open and honour ourselves for the unique individuals that we are. I urge anyone that reads this no matter what your circumstances, gender or sexual orientation to stand tall and proud and be who you are with tolerance and kindness to all.
ACT 20
Philip knowing I’d be bewildered by seeing multiple canvases waiting to be uncovered, flashed me a very brief smile with a telepathic message to “Trust me on this.” Knowing that I could always trust him I just went along with it as though it had been planned this way all along. Somehow as curious as I was as to what lay beneath them, I couldn’t entirely divert my eyes from the faces of the crowd either. My friends of course wore warm smiles of support on their faces. A few people looked sheepish with the knowledge that I perhaps had overheard some of their rather callous remarks that they may have made earlier, a couple of them looking down right ashamed of themselves as a result of that fact. Some people shuffled about nervously from foot to foot, possibly because they too had heard the remarks and hadn’t agree with them but they’d chosen to remain silent and not state their true opinions to avoid any form of confrontation. It was a relief though to see that the majority of people seemed very relaxed and eager to see what lay beneath the covered easels, and it fueled my heart with hope.
“Now, without further ado and with the help of my charming assistant Miss Victoria Bellamy who is better known to some of you as Miss Kitty we shall make the first of the reveals.” It was Ms Bellamy herself who introduced me to her amazing friends and co-performers and the more I had the pleasure to know them the more they inspired me to depict onto canvas their struggle of the pursuit of their inalienable rights of a life of liberty and happiness despite the barriers of society and ignorance. Incarcerated and vilified without due process for being different and misunderstood when they should be celebrated and lauded for their spirit and uniqueness. Art is supposed to elicit emotions and i hope my work moves you and any who come to see it, to be silent no more. To embrace what makes us different and rally against those that would use it to divide us all. Please think about all you have seen this evening from the video, the performance, the art work and most of all the people you have met. Then looking inside yourselves and think about who you want to be, a divider or a uniter. The choice is always yours.
Philip intoned to the waiting throng. The two of us reached up and carefully drew off the covering to reveal his work. “Voila, I present the first few pieces of my latest series, which I have titled Wholesome Prison Blues. An introspective look at the lives and dreams of the Drag Community. ” Philip intoned with a certain dramatic flair and then stepped aside to let the works speak for themselves and they spoke volumes. The pictures were stunning and I had to catch my breath for a moment because despite the fact I had seen some before , now I was seeing them in a whole new light. Now when I looked at them I saw that there was a certain strength and courage in the figures. You could sense the determination to follow their dreams, while staying true to themselves at the same time. There was no guilt or shame in them they were simply being who they were meant to be. Remarkably, Philip had captured far more in this piece of art than I had initially thought and I found it humbling. A man that only a short time ago, who had had no concept of this world in which I was involved seemed to have a far greater grasp of it than I could have ever imagined. It flooded my heart with love that he could be so accepting and none judgmental, despite any reservations he initially may have had.
A quick nod of his head and the other easels were uncovered in rapid succession. It was then that I realized Sush, Pamela and the others had joined us so stealthily I’d never even noticed their presence. They all just blended in seamlessly. I quickly scanned the other four paintings with eager interest. What I some completely let me in awe, it wasn’t just a serious of drag queens preparing behind the scenes and performing as I thought they would be. It was something far more thought provoking to my way of thinking. The backdrops for these paintings were of common everyday events that anyone could easily relate to. A car being washed in a driveway buckets of soapy water, a garden hose at the ready. A scene you’d see on a typical weekend in any neighbourhood on a summer day. An aisle in a grocery store, a shopping cart laden with boxes of cereal, fruits, vegetables, cartons of milk and juice.
There a picture of a nursery, a parent holding a child in their arms as they sat in a rocking chair singing a lullaby to the sleeping babe in arms. The final one was of a family seated in a church pew, light that was flooding through stain glassed windows shining down upon them in a rainbow of colours. Ordinary scenes to the extreme if it weren’t for the startling juxtaposition of the central character. The central figure washing the car wasn’t dressed in jeans and a t -shirt but was in a sequined evening gown, high heels and perfectly coiffed hair. It was a drag queen. Each of the paintings featured a drag queen in them but they weren’t performing they were merely being people and doing the same mundane chores and loving family things that all people do. I was overcome with emotions and felt the tears welling up in my eyes. This is what it was all about after all, everything they stood for, fought for and even died for. To be seen as just people when you got right down to it, just people like everyone else. And he managed to say it all through exquisitely crafted pictures that capture their defiant spirit and courage and the struggle to establish their place in this crazy world. If a picture can speak a thousand words then the awe and wonder and silence of the on looking crowd spoke volumes of the emotional impact of the paintings.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, if you think I’m trying to make a statement with these and future works, I am. It is my hope to show the rich diverseness of people as individuals, while still illustrating the commonalities that we all experience as human beings. With these paintings and others like them I am hoping to open and expand the way we perceive and think of other people who differ from ourselves. It’s been my experience that we often fear or ridicule things that we are not familiar with and that we don’t understand. I hope to be part of a positive change in society, by educating others to the fact that acceptance of others is where compassion begins. Thank you.” Philip ended with a thoughtful look on his face. In that moment I was so proud of him and felt as if I might actually burst the seams of my costume as I swelling with so much pride for him.
There was a polite round of applause that grew as it seemed to sink and register with people what had just been said to them. Sure there were some people that still looked rather abashed and taken back by all of this but by in large the majority seemed to be onboard with what Philip had just said so eloquently and by the works that he had created. People began to come forward to take closer looks at the finished pieces of art. The feedback that I was over hearing about the paintings was by in large positive. People pressed closer to Philip to shake his hand and congratulate him and I got a bit lost in the crowd. Wanting him to have his moment in the spotlight or as Warhol would have put it “have his fifteen minutes of fame.” I just tried to fade into the crowd but that wasn’t about to happen.
“Victoria, or should I call you Miss Kitty? I had no idea how talented you are or that you were involved in anything like this.” Charlie Dugan’s voice greeted me, his eyes were twinkling at me as he said it. Trying to be nonchalant about it all I shrugged. “I’m a woman of many mysteries.” I responded cryptically. I had always liked Charlie and gotten along well with him but he was never someone that I was particularly close to. He was often quiet and reserved and tended to keep to himself, never offering details of a personal nature about himself. We made some polite small talk about people that we had both known, mutually, from the days that we had worked together and how things were at the firm, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was looking at me in a far different light than he ever had before. Well I supposed that was perfectly natural under the circumstances, her I was dressed as a cabaret performer, in a completely over the top outfit and makeup and it was a far cry from the conservatively dressed woman he had known from my days in the boardroom.
“Victoria, I’d like to introduce you to someone if you have a moment.” He said softly after a break in the conversation. “Of course.” I said thinking perhaps he was going to introduce me to his wife. He took me steered me towards a small cluster of people that were admiring one of the paintings. He tapped a gentleman on the shoulder. “Scott, if you can tear you’re self away I’d like you to meet a friend of mine.” Scott excused himself from the little group and greeted me warmly. “It’s so nice to meet you. I totally loved your presentation this evening. One of the best I’ve seen in years.” He gushed. “Best he’d seen in years?” I thought flattering but a tad confusing to me. “Victoria, this is my husband Scott Parker.” It took it a split second to sink in with me that Charlie Duggan and I had both been keeping secrets for all those years we had worked together. “Scott it’s lovely to meet you. I’m so glad you enjoyed my performance tonight. “Oh I did, I truly did. It was fabulous. Now I am, going to have to beg you to forgive me but I simply must meet the artist. Give him my congratulations and see if I can still snap up one of these paintings or if they’ve been spoken for.” He smiled at me. “I hope we can chat another time.” And with a slight bow he excused himself.
“Nobody knew at the office Victoria.” Charlie said softly. “Scott and I have always kept our relationship rather low key, partially a generational thing I guess. I joined the firm at time when things like this weren’t readily accepted. Over time I guess staying in the closet about it became more of a habit for both of us than anything else. We’ve been together over thirty years now and I’ve never regretted a moment of sharing my life with him. It hasn’t always been easy but we’ve made it work.” He said reflectively. “Charlie, why on earth didn’t you ever say anything? I never would have judged you. I’ve always liked and respected you for your ethics at work, but I never really got the opportunity to get to truly know you, since you so often kept to yourself.” I told him. “I could say the same about you Victoria. I liked and respected you for a number of reasons, but you too tended to be evasive for the most part about your personal life. I remember one time catching a glimpse of you coming into the office late one night when I’m quite sure you thought it was deserted.
I’d just turned off the lights in my office but I didn’t want to disturb or frighten you with my presence. It wasn’t uncommon for you or any of us for that matter to come in late to look over some documents or pick up a file that we wanted to go over so normally I’d never have given it another thought. But there was definitely something different about you that night, you were a far cry from the woman that I knew during business hours. Partially it was the way you were dressed, you’d clearly been to a concert and it certainly hadn’t been an opera by any means. You looked happy and relaxed and it was the first time I’d ever seen you in that light before. I remember standing there waiting for you to leave before I left as well I also remember the drive home and thinking when did we all get so uptight and feel the need to hide who we truly were, just for the sake of propriety and to be accepted in the corporate world.” He reflected.
I remembered the night in question, it was late I’d been to a concert at the Danforth Music Hall, it had been Dark Star Orchestra playing, and on the way home I’d stopped by the office to pick up a couple of files to go over on the weekend. I also remembered with a grin that the security guard at the concierge in the lobby hadn’t recognized me, despite the fact I’d called him by name because we often had a little chat. He always insisted on calling me Ms. Bellamy and told me I worked far too much, that I should learn to enjoy life more. I’d always tell him the same thing, one day Stanley, one day, as I’d head towards the bank of elevators. Fortunately I’d finally found my ‘one day’ and was enjoying my life. I was also now wise enough to know how blessed I was to have found it. “You’re still making me think Victoria and I want to thank you for that. After tonight I’m thinking it’s time for Scott and I to sit down and have a long talk about being more open about us. Stop hiding who we are from the majority of the world and really start opening up more. It’s time to allow myself to be honest and realize that it’s okay to be me, the real me.” And with that he took my hand in his and squeezed it. I instantly felt a new type of camaraderie developing between us.
“You know Charlie, I have to be leaving shortly as I’ve got a show to do at club over on Church Street.” I said apologetically, really wishing I could stay and we could have a better conversation. “Why don’t you invite Scott for me and if you two don’t have any plans for the rest of the evening, I’d love to have you be my guests. It’ll also give you two a chance to get to know Philip better and we can catch up more as well.” I said to him genuinely hoping he’d take me up on my offer. “I’d like that and I think Scott would as well, thank you.” He said sincerely. “You’re a pip, Victoria a real pip. I’ll look forward to seeing you again later.” He said. I grinned at him. “Fantastic, I’ll look forward to seeing you there, you can get the address from Philip or his assistant Pamela.” “Count on it.” And with another squeeze of my hand he was off to find Scott.
I weaved my way through people over towards Philip, so that I could tell him that I’d be leaving now and would meet him at the club later. As I worked my way over towards him, I received handshakes and compliments along the way. It seemed that over all the evening was going to be a success. There were little sold stickers on the edges of several frames already and it seemed there was still a buzz of interest amongst the crowd. I dearly would have loved to have been able to stay until the last guest had left but I knew I had other obligations that I had to keep. Catching Philip’s eye he, pardoned himself from the couple he’d been engaged with and came over to me. “Hey you.” He smiled. “You were amazing tonight and I’m totally blown away by how well everything is turning out, despite a few tense moments. I owe this all to you, for inspiring me.” His eyes softened as he spoke to me and the gentle warmth of his voice thrilled me to my core. “You are so not going to believe what happened.” Philip continued his voice rising with excitement, as he fished in the interior breast pocket of his jacket and produced a business card which he handed to me with a flourish.
“A couple of members of the board of directors from the AGO were here tonight. They want to set up a meeting with me to discuss doing a feature on future pieces in this series. They feel it’s something relevant that the public would be interested in and that it should be seen by as many people as possible.” I starred in stunned silence at the card embossed with the distinctive logo from the Art Gallery of Ontario on it, along with the other information. “Do you know what this means?” he bubbled excitedly. “One day my paintings could be in the National Art Gallery in Ottawa. The possibilities of what could happen are limitless and none of this would be happening if I hadn’t met you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, you truly are my muse.” He wrapped his arms around me as he leaned down and kissed me with a fierce intensity. It was hard not to get caught up in the moment and if it hadn’t been for the roomful of people, it’s doubtful we would curbed our enthusiastic celebration. “I’m so proud of you Philip.” I whispered my voice catching in my throat as I looked up into his eyes. It was such a special moment and I selfishly wished we could just share it alone. For now though not only did I have to share him with other people but I had to leave him as well.
“You have to leave now don’t you?” I questioned her, as it dawned on me how conflicted her expression was. There was a definite genuine joy lighting her eyes and pride in me emanating from them for me, but there was also a subtle underlying sadness as her smile and chin quivered imperceptibly to someone that did not know her as intimately as I did. I drew her close in my arms and held her close as I whispered in her ear softly. “Darling, I swear I’ll be by your side the first moment that I can be. You know that and that I love you more than anyone or anything in the world.” I reassured her gently. “I know.” She murmured as she held me tightly. “I’ll come with you and help you grab your things. Then I’ll walk you outside to meet the girls. Sush and the rest of them are out front waiting with a couple of cars that I’ve arranged to pick you up and deliver you safely at the club.” I told her while at the same time, I desperately wished that it didn’t have to be this way and that she could remain with me until the last guest had departed.
“No Philip, you stay with your guests, I’ll be fine. You and your talent are the reason that all these people are here, but I am going to want to hear all about it every little detail when we’re alone at home, deal?” She said smiling at me trying to appear far happier then she was actually feeling about having to depart. Try as she might, she could never mask her true feelings from me. I gave her a quick kiss on the hip of her nose, which always seemed to bring a natural smile to her lips. And it did, just that. We exchanged hastily whispered ‘I love you’s’ before I was besieged with yet another inquisitive patron of the arts, who wanted to hear more about my new series. I watched her slip into the crowd with a small lump in my throat.
“Victoria, leaving so soon?” Tino asked me. “Afraid so, the show must go on, as you know.” I said with a small sigh. “Ah yes, too true.” He smiled at me sympathetically knowing I was torn about having to leave Philip. “I’ll be catching up later with you. I’m going to pop around and try and catch a couple of your numbers once I’m done here.” He said. “Sounds good, I’ll look forward to seeing you there. And Tino,” “Yes?” “Thanks again for being so incredible for pulling this whole catering together tonight. I know how last minute it was and how crazy the hospitality industry can be at the best of times. Philip and I really are incredibly grateful to you.” I said. “Not another word about it. It’s not a big deal, friends have one another’s backs, it’s as simple as that.” He assured me kindly. “You really are the best.” I grinned at him as I gave him a quick impulsive hug. “Now scoot.” He commanded teasingly pointing at the door. “Yes chef, I will the minute I grab my things.” I grinned at him. “I’ll see you later.” And with that I carried on Philp’s office to the things I’d stored there earlier.
It didn’t take me long to grab my things and soon I was pulling it along behind me as I headed back into the gallery and into heart of the action. In the short while I’d been gone, the crowd in the gallery had thinned out considerably. Scanning the people that were left I hoped to catch Philip’s eye and give him at least a little wave good bye to let him know I was on my way. When I spied him I noticed there was a rather attractive, willowy creature by his side. Who seemed to be just a little more familiar with him than I would have liked. Her laughter tinkled as she sipped her champagne and laid her hand on Philip’s forearm. I immediately felt my back stiffen and I felt as if my well-manicured fingernails were springing to an even greater length just a cats talons did when they were readying themselves for a fight.
“Victoria darling there you are, I was hoping to catch you before you left. This will just take a moment.” I called to her the moment I spied her. “There’s someone here I’d like to introduce you to.” Victoria approached but I couldn’t help but notice it seemed a cloud had crossed her face almost as if a storm were brewing. It pained me to see it and I’d hoped there was nothing wrong, perhaps she was just tired and anxious about making her next gig on time, I reasoned to myself. I’d be sure to check with her privately though at the first opportunity. “Victoria, I’d like you to meet Claudette. This is the woman whose work you’d admired at my place the day you saw some of her glass work skills.”
Was it my imagination or did Victoria just wrinkle her nose ever so slightly at that information and sniff daintily as if in haughty distain of having to deal with something thoroughly unpleasant? “Oh its, such a pleasure to finally meet you Victoria. Philip has told me so much about you and that performance of yours was so amazing. You’ve got a great deal of talent.” She enthused but with a decidedly catty undertone to her voice. Victoria didn’t look all that impressed with Claudette’s praise. “Thank you.” Victoria replied rather stiffly as she slipped an arm around my waist, in a manner that could not be mistaken for anything other than her staking her territory.
“Oh my God.” I thought. Victoria has somehow gotten the mistaken impression that Claudette has designs on me. My mind flew back to the first time I had mentioned Claudette to her and it seems to me she became a tad touchy that time as well. What was worse was the fact that Claudette still had not removed her hand from my arm. Did Victoria and her women’s intuition, know something that I didn’t and was somehow until this moment completely oblivious to? “Pardon me for interrupting but I just came to tell Philip I was heading out now, and just wondered what time you thought he might be arriving at the club to meet me.” She said pointedly to Claudette, putting an emphasis on the words, meet me. “Isn’t that sweet, just can’t be parted from him for a minute can you dear?”
Claudette retorted, still not relinquishing her grip on my arm. Enough was enough, and I’d had enough, this was not going to turn into a cat fight by any means. My love and devotions were to Victoria and to her alone and I was going to nip this thing in the bud before it somehow got out of control and escalated. I took Claudette’s hand and removed it for starters, which caused a disgruntled look from her and a smile of smug satisfaction to cross Victoria’s lips. “Actually Claudette it’s entirely mutual I assure you, that we don’t like to be a part for any longer than we have to be. Now if you’ll pardon me I’m going to walk my fiancée out and ensure that she’s safely on her way.” Claudette looked rather stunned at my use of the word fiancée, while Victoria looked tickled pink.
When we were safely out of Claudette’s hearing Victoria began to giggle. “Found that little incident with Claudette amusing did you?” I teased her. “No, not at all, other than the fact that you were so completely blind to the fact that she was interested in you in more than a professional manner.” She stated between giggles. We paused just outside the doors to the gallery, I took her in my arms and looked down at her. “Victoria I may be a little clueless about some things but I am clever enough to know that I love you. I also know you are the only woman for me.” I kissed her deeply, it was far too briefly for my liking but I believe I made my point about how I felt about her.I walked her over to the waiting car and opened the door for her. One care full of her friends had already pulled away while Sush and Ms. Antoinette were already in the car that was waiting to whisk Victoria away from my side. I gave Victoria another quick kiss bid farewell to the group of them with a reminder that I’d be seeing them all again shortly. I closed the door and the car pulled out into the street.
I knew I had to get back into my guests, mingle, answering questions and saying good night as they headed home or for other destinations. I also wanted to have a word with Tino and thank him profusely for the incredible job he’d done. There were several things I needed to tie up before I left, but for now I just wanted to take a minute out here in the cool night air on the streets to collect my thoughts. It had been quite the evening, to say the least. So much had transpired in such a short amount of time and it was rather mind boggling to say the very least. Overall I felt everything had indeed been the smashing success that Victoria and I had hoped it would be. Sure I’d alienated a few people with my choice of presentation not to mention the depictions in my art but that was life and you couldn’t please everyone. Just like that line from the old Ricky Nelson song Garden Party. “It's all right now, learned my lesson well,You see, ya can't please everyone, so you got to please yourself.” And I had chosen to do just that by pursuing this series.
Yes I’d made a statement and had definitely taken a stand tonight. I was proud of that fact and even if there was further fallout from my decision to plow ahead with this project, I knew I could live with my decision. I felt as though I had been educated by Victoria and her friends and now it was time for me to pass on my new found knowledge to others. My mind was still reeling with the fact that by having my pictures shown at the AGO and potentially beyond I had a wonderful opportunity to use my talents for an even broader scope than I could have ever imagined before. On top of it all the paintings I had done were selling like hotcakes, I was generating real interest in not only the art world here in Toronto but on a social and human rights level as well. To think I owed it all to fate and meeting the woman that had brought all this and so much more into my life. I took a deep breath and headed back inside.
to be continued....