Tasia

The next dish. She has the vintage face of a Shanghi Jazz siren, Tasia’s kimono dark eyes shone full of promise above a dress of notable playfulness. Her dancing set the tone, her cheeky set of facial mouthings struck a chord, mimicking the lines of her song. Tass fingered the keys with crafty finesse. As more notes flew the score became imminently knowable. I believe many in the audience wished to tinkle the ivories after her turn. For a gaiety moment the crowd possessed a Betty Boop of their own. Tasie is a cheeky little number.