Chapter One
A Falling Star
Never judge a dance by its audience.
The day I first heard the Egyptian drums I knew I had found my calling: to liberate women from a fear of their bodies and entertain the world. And it was Rodger who made it imaginable, it was he who understood, and he who called me, ‘Queen of the Clyde’, ‘Loch Fyne’s finest’, and finally his ‘Nefertiti’.
“No one dances like you,” he said, “and I intend to show the world.” Well, at least Argyll, and I believed him.
In the past Rodger had been my rock, the foundation of my artistic journey; a man who understood my talents and the need to express them. Who, back in the days when I first moved to Argyll, recognised that I was a performer of great status, and had star quality as he called it.
I was Mid Argyll’s only Middle Ea
