this Showgirls Runsheet
7pm Friday, 27 March
By 7:03pm, the first toast is already scandalous.
Are you ready for it...?
She’s not making an entrance. She’s making a spectacle.
Tonight, it’s monochrome or nothing. Bubbles or bust.
The Velvet Rehearsal
She said “dress up”—not “blend in.”
It’s black, white, and wildly extra.
The flutes are full. The heels are high. The shade? Immaculate.
The air hums with perfume and piano keys.
Dress Code: Monochrome chic with a flute in hand
Location: The Velvet Lounge
Expectation: Elegant chaos. Champagne towers.
Whispers swirl like perfume—and the diva? She’s glowing. She’s toasting. She’s in command.
This isn’t gratitude. It’s a glittering proclamation.
ACT I
6pm Saturday, 28 March
If you’re not overdressed, you’re underperforming.
This is not a party—it’s a performance.
Dress like you’re the plot twist: bold, mysterious, and impossible to ignore.
The palette is red, black, and unapologetically glittering!
The Curtain Rises
Stage whisper: She’s not just making an entrance. She’s making a point.
Where glamour builds, corks are popped, and every moment is laced with intention.
This is RED era energy: bold, bruised, and breathtaking.
Red and black reign. Sparkle is non-negotiable.
Emotions run high, lashes run long, and every glance could be a plot twist.
Location: The Champagne Salon
Expectation: Sip something sparkling. Nibble something scandalous.
But this is just the foreplay—the main event awaits.
ACT II
7pm Saturday, 28 March
The Red Soirée
Breathless. Burning slow. The spotlight fades, but the appetite sharpens.
This is RED—a slow unraveling, a velvet sting, a toast to every delicious mistake.
Each course teases—wicked, wanton, unapologetic. Paired wines moan low. Crimson spills. Obsidian plates glisten with intent.
You won’t remember the menu. You’ll remember the moment you locked eyes over the glittering bite. Glittering bites, and drama served rare.
Location: La Bouche Noire
Expectation: Temptation plated. Seduction poured.
Decadence guaranteed. Discretion? Optional.
10pm Saturday, 28 March
No RSVP. Just red lips and bad intentions.
This isn’t the afterparty. It’s the aftermath.
The secrets are louder here. So is the bass.
The Unlisted Encore
She’s slipped out of the spotlight and into something far less respectable.
The heels are higher. The music? Louder. Dirtier.
Velvet shadows flicker. The bass throbs.
Blackjack tables glint under dim light—every hand a dare.
It’s not on the itinerary—but it’s the part they’ll never forget.
Sequins or secrets required.
Password at the door: Glitter & Vice
If you have to ask, you’re not on the list.
You won’t remember how the night ended. You’ll remember how it made you feel.
Location: Served with dessert. Sweet, scandalous, and worth the wait.
Expectation: Sparkle hard. Play dirty. Stay late.
Regret optional. Glitter mandatory.
ACT III
THE FINAL BOW
10am Sunday, 29 March
The Life of This Showgirl
Brunch & Poolside Recovery
Come undone.
The sun rises, and so do you.
She danced. She dazzled.
She may or may not remember the blackjack hand that turned into a kiss.
Now? She floats. She sips.
She sparkles—softly.
Dress Code: Silk robes, oversized shades, and stories reimagined for
daylight.
Location: The Pool (or wherever the glitter settled)
Expectation: Mimosas, lounge chairs, hydrating elixirs, and a
gentle descent back to reality.
Optional: Emotional processing in sequins.
The curtain falls. But the glitter lingers.
She didn’t just exit the stage. She floated into legend.
