Chapter 18 Meeting Beata
The suspense was overwhelming at the Rakkasah Belly Dance Festival. Everyone was awaiting the performance of an internationally famous dancer. All sales and networking that usually continue during on-stage performances came to a complete halt at the Richmond Auditorium, in Richmond, California.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, from Berlin, Germany, Beata Zadou.” She took the stage seemingly blessed with something no one can teach, buy, or explain. One has to be born with it – charisma.
By then she was already nicknamed, “the darling of Rakkasah.” Dressed in endless shimmering pearls and violet chiffon, Beata’s dancing was like a spray of diamonds on fine velvet. It took me back to my early memories of Maria Teresa de Jesus in Cartagena, when I saw that archetypal image on stage for the first time. I was as enchanted then as I was now. Her long blond hair flowed down to her waist. And her hips – what a woman! Those articulate hourglass hips reflected the crisp sound of her music like bubbling waterfalls. The radiant expression on her youthful face was one of genuine joy – of being alive…