Some people just have special radar.Ah Pars! I'll never forget the time I walked in there and the owner knew immediately that I was a dancer. Even though I'm male. Even though I was in street clothes. To this day, I don't know how he figured it out, but he did.
Dancers tend to carry themselves a bit differently. I've only been at Pars twice, both many years ago. One of the times the poor dancer apparently got scared when I Zhagareeted - "You're a *DANCER*!!!" she almost yelled. Long story, but years later she caught up with me via my website, and we had an email exchange about it. I don't remember the dancer's name though...Some people just have special radar.
Years ago a friend and I went to Matam Fez in Denver on dancer night. At one point, the dancer called for volunteers and got no takers (the usual shy-attacks on the part of audiences everywhere). I told my friend it was my responsibility as a dancer to support other dancers, so we got to our feet and joined her. That started the rush. We were standing in a semi-circle of six or eight women when the performer leaned toward me and whispered, "Excuse me, but you're a dancer, aren't you?" All I'd done was stand up and walk into the middle of the room. I started to deny any claim to dancerness, but my friend blew my anonymity.
GREAT IDEA!!!Which reminds me of the time my wife and I were driving up to Rakkasah (west). About 30 minutes away, we were passed on the freeway by a car going WARP speed! On the back of it was a bumper sticker: "Support the Arts, hire a Belly Dancer". Obviously, said dancer was running late for her performance spot! I subsequently created a similar license plate frame that I have on both my car and my Jeep: "Support the Arts, hire a male Belly Dancer!".
That would be Albuquerque's amazing Adriana- https://isisandthestardancers.com/adrianasandoval.htmlJust looked up my encounters at Pars - I still don't know who the "scared dancer" was - but the "other time" we went, the dancer was a gal named Adriana.