When I was a senior in high school I took part in my first (and last) beauty pageant.
“Mr. Kentridge” was a variety show of sorts that was meant to spoof real pageants and talent competitions.
It was the perfect venue to showcase my skills… or lack thereof.
10 high school guys were out to prove they were Kentridge High School’s finest, most talented, handsome and all-around greatest dude.
There was an opening choreographed dance number. I nailed it.
There was a talent portion. Nailed it.
Then the wheels came off…