THE EXTRA MILE.

MAHINA.

Minutes into the first performer, I’m convinced I was brought to this cursed realm to die.

Die of embarrassment; don’t call me dramatic.

The first girl on stage, whatever her name was; had a myriad of talents, but she showcased her best. That was her introduction statement, to be clear.

She was a contortionist, a pretty normal talent, right?

Wrong! This bitch was twisting her body to the point I was convinced she was shape-shifting halfway through; being two creatures at once. There was no way would her bones survived some of the shapes she was becoming, in a tight spandex leotard, no less.

“Oh Wow! “, I mutter, fighting between bewilderment, awe and plain disbelief.

“I hope when this shit is aired it’s rated R,” someone murmurs from behind me and I’m glad to know at least someone else thinks the same.