Black Velvet

2 Saturdays ago, I mentioned that I did go to a seminar by PARM. During the after hours, I met Dame^ who was also undergoing a training seminar by TESDA for her job at her school. Anyway, I met her friend (I forgot the name), a chubby guy with a musculine voice who speaks gay lingo (which I find a bit too much and too creepy to take). I think he's a closet queen for all I care. Anyway, he brought us to a place called Black Velvet. It is a comedy bar located in the heart of Bacolod's nigthlife district of which I don't know the name.
It was my first time to go to a comedy bar. The entrance was a decent 45 pesos per person and when we entered, the place was already swarmed with customers. We were just lucky for as we entered, a group of people were leaving and we had an empty table for the three of us. The comedy team was made up of 5 comedians: 3 crossdressing fags, a woman (who allegedly is the aunt of Sheryn Regis who trained her in singing) and a dwarf woman (who is perhaps the shortes unano^ I have ever seen in my entire life).
The comedy group delivered a lot of jokes and stints that made me roll of my chair with bellyaching laughter. The dwarf, Jenny, was very witty and cracks a lot of very good jokes. Aya, the tall fag with a great fasetto singing voice, and the woman ( I forgot here name) sang very well. In fact, the alleged-Sheryn-Regis-aunt is one of those singers who can hit long and high notes without seeming to strain. I mean I don't see the veins of her throat engorging as she belted out the high notes. Their routine was basically made up of the stereotypical videoke and stand up spiel. Dame enjoyed the show so much she wanted to come back the next night.
And so we did. During the second night, of course they had to repeat some of their routine and some of the lines that they did from the night before. However, for what it's worth Jenny, the dwarf, made my night with her impromptu call-center spiel with a customer ( who was well-applauded for being such a good sport). However, when Mariposa ( an ugly fag with a Pokwang-face who makes funny facial distortions) was on stage, a table of customers booed him. Those wretched kids ( teenagers) sort-of retorted back cause they were singled out by the comedian when they entered. "Oh mga bata, ari kamo d? Kabalo mga ginhikanan nyo nga gakadto kamo d?". The audience roared in laughter, much to the ire of the kids. So when Mariposa got back on the stage, they booed him and lambasted his lines. I think it's insulting enough not to be laughed at when you are a comedian. It's worse if you're booed if you're a performer. The hecklers went on and on with their booing until even the comedians themselves almost lost their composure for the arrogant behaviour of those sick bastards.
After a brief picture taking with Jenny, we left the place satisfied but with a grain of salt. I felt sorry for Mariposa but I think it's admirable how he maintained his composure throughout the heckling. I also noticed a deep, deep sadness embedded in the eyes of the comedians. Their faces were bright with laughter but their eyes tell a different story. These performers may not be considered heroes of the new day. But hell, we are all like them. Everyday we tread on, putting on a show to get people to like us, to love us. We brave on the insults people who don't like us and we go on living. We do it repeatedly, on a daily basis. We put on a good show. And in show business, no matter what happens, the show must go on. The show must go on.