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Monaco’s nightly performances. She’d offer me a friendly wave from <strong>the</strong> rafters before taking her<br />
plunge down onto <strong>the</strong> stage each night.<br />
For so long I dreamed of becoming a performer, and this was my chance to prove to everyone<br />
that I was capable of more than being a “trophy girlfriend.”<br />
It didn’t faze me that <strong>the</strong> audience was never packed (maybe it should have). The show was<br />
averaging roughly 300 people a night, which was pretty dismal considering <strong>the</strong> size of <strong>the</strong> <strong>the</strong>ater and<br />
<strong>the</strong> expense of <strong>the</strong> production, but in early 2009, people weren’t flocking to Vegas to see shows. If<br />
<strong>the</strong>y happened to come to <strong>the</strong> city, <strong>the</strong>y most likely spent <strong>the</strong>ir time in <strong>the</strong> casinos hoping to earn back<br />
some of what <strong>the</strong>y lost in <strong>the</strong> recession.<br />
Ei<strong>the</strong>r way, it was clear that something needed to change to help drive attendance, so right when<br />
I entered production, executives began an entire overhaul on Peepshow’s marketing campaign. You<br />
couldn’t turn a corner in Las Vegas without seeing me smiling on a billboard, poster, or taxi.<br />
Suddenly <strong>the</strong> show had a face . . . and it was mine! But whe<strong>the</strong>r or not that face would sell tickets<br />
remained to be seen.<br />
As (bad) luck would have it, when my opening night came around, I hit some rough waters.<br />
Earlier that day, I had decided to text Criss. In retrospect it was a dumb move, but I was just so<br />
happy and in a place where personally I wanted to forgive and forget. I’d heard from mutual<br />
acquaintances that Criss was not pleased when I got <strong>the</strong> Peepshow gig and announced my return to<br />
Las Vegas. After all, it had been his agenda to banish me from Vegas as if I had never existed. It must<br />
have chafed him even more that my appearance on Dancing with <strong>the</strong> Stars ended just as I had landed<br />
Peepshow. And, whe<strong>the</strong>r I liked it or not, Criss was still a high-profile person in my new hometown,<br />
which could prove to be very small at times. Why not make an attempt to bury <strong>the</strong> hatchet? We’d<br />
almost certainly run into each o<strong>the</strong>r at some point.<br />
“Hey, I just wanted to extend an invitation to my premier party tonight,” I typed into my phone. “I<br />
wish you and your girlfriend <strong>the</strong> best!”<br />
I assumed I wouldn’t hear back from him, but wanted to extend <strong>the</strong> olive branch, so I at least<br />
knew I did what I could to end things on <strong>the</strong> best note possible.<br />
A few hours later, I was backstage in my dressing room putting <strong>the</strong> finishing touches on my hair<br />
and makeup. I was taking a few deep breaths to calm my nerves when I heard my cell phone buzz. It<br />
was a text message from Criss. Instinctively, I looked at <strong>the</strong> clock.<br />
He must be going on late, I thought. It was a few minutes after his second show should have<br />
started. I expected a generic “Good luck tonight” message. Instead, it went a little something like this:<br />
“I told myself I wouldn’t do this, but I am answering your text anyway. Criss is with me now.<br />
Stop texting him. You are disgusting. You are in a burlesque show because you can’t do anything else.<br />
You used an old man to get to <strong>the</strong> B-list. Criss told me <strong>the</strong> real reason you guys broke up. It’s not<br />
because of scheduling differences, it was because you were on antidepressants and he couldn’t be<br />
with someone like that. If I had your reputation, I would be on antidepressants, too. You are <strong>the</strong><br />
biggest running joke around here. You got used. Lose this number.”<br />
My face went white and I felt faint. I was completely beside myself. Apparently, his new<br />
girlfriend had taken his phone during his performance. I sat still for what felt like 10 minutes reading