My Emcee.

 this is my mood board for my contemporary character . My influences are mainly cool colours. That I would associate with my character. I have chosen some images as even the posses of the models have influenced me they communicate arrogance and power.


ACT ONE: SCENE ONE. My version

 The Kit Kat club. The brick walls suffocating in moss. The paint peeling off the rotting door as if it wanted to abandon the club more so than its owner. The doors open. I hear the repetitive beat, I see two girls silhouettes on the door way and hear childish sniggering. Sweet, perfume lingers in the air. I take one step in. out of curiosity of course. The unnerving door men escort you in. As you walk in you'll find two attractive women with big, dark voluminous locks, standing in lingre tickling the hungry public with big pink, fluffy feathers, giggling  in a childish manner. They served every customer a punch in a wine glass, to dub down the tackiness. I take a sip. My face screws up into a paper ball. I cannot quite make out what it is.

After being compressed down the narrow misleading hallway I come to a holt. There is a velvet red curtain. You pull back the curtain to stepping into a parallel universe. The room is filled with dark, metallic yet slightly warming colours. The walls are paved with gold. The seats are spacious and velvet. The touch of the red velvet seats, softer than a woman’s bare bosom. Your body sinks into the seat. Laughter fills the air. You belong here.

The lights dim. The room is filled with silence. In front of me there is a bare, dark stage. With black marble floor. Tap as sharp as a whip. The tap beat continues, until a tall skeletal figure appears on stage. The spotlight beams on this androgynous figure. Dark 10 inch panted heels are worn. My eyes follow her never ending bony pale legs. My eyes gaze up she is wearing a dark body suit and a leather jacket. Once I get past her prominent collar bones. I get to the most intriguing part. At first I could not make out whether it was a slender man in drag. My eyes are fixated on her face,

 Her face was surprisingly attractive Her skin fair shiny skin almost like wax. The light seemed to reflect off her cheekbones. Much blusher is worn around the temples and cheeks. Her eyes are a dark, Smokey grey. Then I gaze down at her glossy deep lips. A husky voice fills the room, it is not her surprisingly pleasant voice and face that has caught everyone’s attention. But perhaps there is now a disco ball catching the light in the room. Disco ball in her mouth. 

Her hair short glossy parted to the right. Pieces of hair scattered on the outter of her face. Hair that looks like it has curled up to die.  It is said she has a curl for each person she has killed. But that could just be nonsense. My body begins to fill up with fuzzy and warm sensations. My mind burns.  My palms begin to sweat, my breathing loses rhythm. The person next to me whispers “call down darling, it’s only ecstasy”.

She introduces the first act "It's cold outside, it's hot in here and so are the girls, All of them virgins" (Laughs) "If you do not believe me, put your money where your mouth is and found out for yourself".

The beat begins. Glitter is thrown on and stage and into the audience.  As the girls dance onto the stage you can see fear in their eyes as they cross paths with their host who bares her grillz at them like a cat threatening its prey. The mysterious figure disappears into the night.

Who is she?

My character is 30 years of age. She is a successful owner of The Kit Kat club. She is described as being power obsessed. She loves money and power. She takes the girls in under her wing and helps them get by, by performing in her club. She also allows them to prostitute themselves out in the rooms that the spiral staircase lead to. She had a kind heart to begin with but then got greedy and decided she wanted some of their money. Why should they have all of the money when they'd be nothing without me? She has had the same androgynous short sleek hairstyle for years. She has kiss curl for each person who works for her. Her girls are her family.If you mess with them you mess with her. They are her bread earners. She has fair skin, blue smokey eyes, dark lips and wears much blusher. She always wears big fluffy lashes on the left eye.Its her stage makeup and she likes to look attractive. She is known for her mouth of jewels. To show her power and dominance she will often grit her teeth if somebody tries to take advantage of her girls, this communicates her wealth and power. She is known for being a female representation of gangster culture. She keeps a gun in her clutch where ever she goes. She has a husky voice and only ever wears black. 

If the club is really struggling for money she will serve ecstasy punch at the door to make sure everyone has an unforgettable time. Her face will change depending on how the audience perceive her. If they are having a bad trip she may look like a monster. If they are having a good trip her face may be colourful or cartoon like.