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Down the Rabbit Hole - Holly Madison

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Trashy Lingerie corset. (Of course, when I finally saw <strong>the</strong> show, I realized how little those posters<br />

captured its essence and style.) While it didn’t sound very enticing (especially considering that I was<br />

looking for something more long term), I agreed to take a look once I could get back to Las Vegas.<br />

In <strong>the</strong> end, I lasted about a month on Dancing with <strong>the</strong> Stars and had simultaneously gotten<br />

myself into <strong>the</strong> best shape of my life. With all that dancing, I could eat anything I wanted (McDonald’s<br />

French fries with barbecue sauce, anyone?) and I still had a six-pack. After my elimination, I<br />

embarked on a whirlwind press tour: appearing on Jimmy Kimmel Live (where Jimmy introduced me<br />

as one of Hef’s girlfriends. Oy vey!) before being flown to New York for a bunch of interviews and<br />

appearances.<br />

I knew that I’d be returning to DWTS in ano<strong>the</strong>r short month to perform on <strong>the</strong> finale along with<br />

<strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r eliminated contestants, so I was determined to have secured my next gig before <strong>the</strong>n. If I<br />

could announce my future plans on <strong>the</strong> finale, in front of 22 million viewers, it would be perfect!<br />

With a few weeks to collect my thoughts, I made a special trip to Las Vegas to catch a<br />

performance of Peepshow. During my short stint <strong>the</strong>re, I fell in love with <strong>the</strong> newly renovated Planet<br />

<strong>Holly</strong>wood Resort and Casino. The Peepshow Theater held an impressive 1,500 patrons (most<br />

burlesque shows I had seen capped at around 300).<br />

Wow, I thought. They’re really taking this show seriously.<br />

The <strong>the</strong>ater itself was remodeled specifically for Peepshow, which told me that both <strong>the</strong><br />

producers and <strong>the</strong> hotel intended for <strong>the</strong> show to stick around for a while. Large, exquisite props that<br />

looked like laced corsets beautifully covered <strong>the</strong> lobby’s ceiling as mirrored walls glistened and<br />

glimmered around us like disco balls lined with plush white <strong>Holly</strong>wood Regency settees. Around <strong>the</strong><br />

<strong>the</strong>ater, <strong>the</strong> “peeping” keyhole motif was everywhere, and three large runways jetted out from <strong>the</strong><br />

stage into <strong>the</strong> audience. As <strong>the</strong> lights dimmed and <strong>the</strong> show began, larger-than-life LED screens<br />

glowed behind <strong>the</strong> stage showcasing a magnificent black-and-white video of its current star, Kelly<br />

Monaco (a fellow DWTS alum, former Playmate, and soap actress). At <strong>the</strong> time, <strong>the</strong> show had two<br />

headliners: <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r was former Spice Girl Mel B., who played <strong>the</strong> role of “Peep Diva.” Kelly<br />

finally entered <strong>the</strong> stage wrapped in white acrobat’s silk hanging 30 feet above <strong>the</strong> ground. The<br />

routines, dance numbers, and acrobatics were jaw dropping. Even though <strong>the</strong> best routines didn’t<br />

even feature Bo Peep, it didn’t matter. I was seriously impressed.<br />

It felt somehow as if <strong>the</strong> part of Bo Peep had been written specifically for me. The character<br />

begins as a modern-day woman who can’t find love. After drifting off to sleep one night, she finds<br />

herself in dreamland being led through a series of vignettes—each teaching her how to be confident<br />

and sexy. In <strong>the</strong> end, she finds her man only after finding herself.<br />

As <strong>the</strong> performers took <strong>the</strong>ir final bows at <strong>the</strong> show’s end, I leaned over and shouted in my<br />

manager’s ear (over <strong>the</strong> deafening applause): “I want in!”

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