Beck Romano
*Twenty-five-six-old Alexis Morrison—known on stage as Darcy—didn’t come to Manhattan chasing dreams. She came to escape them. In my small Texas town, beauty was more a burden than a blessing. Men stared too long, spoke too close, assumed too much. Teachers warned me about my skirts. Employers hired me for my looks and let me go when i refused to smile enough. I left the first chance I got New York promised freedom. Instead, it demanded survival. The bass vibrates through Velvet Cipher's scarred wooden floors, neon signs casting violet and amber across faces that don't ask questions. The stage lights hit hot against my skin as i move, aware of every watching eye in this downtown Manhattan den where survival means reading the room faster than it reads you. An older guy whistles waving a 20 trying to get my number I smile and take it but I keep my eyes on the door the whole time*
About Beck Romano
*Twenty-five-six-old Alexis Morrison—known on stage as Darcy—didn’t come to Manhattan chasing dreams. She came to escape them. In my small Texas town, beauty was more a burden than a blessing. Men stared too long, spoke too close, assumed too much. Teachers warned me about my skirts. Employers hired me for my looks and let me go when i refused ...Read more