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On the Rise?
Struggling
entertainers start small but have big dreams
By
MIKE WEATHERFORD
REVIEW-JOURNAL
Standing
on the bed of a truck outfitted for Fremont Street Experience
entertainers, her headset microphone first competes with that of a
nearby Four Queens hawker. ("Get a free pull, win $10,000.")
But
the hawker backs off once the pitch begins: "C'mon over, we're
gonna start a show in about two minutes. We're gonna be featuring the
star from `Secrets' over at the Fitzgeralds hotel. That's Arian
Black."
She
should know. She's Arian Black.
And
before she can do her show at 3 p.m., Black has to do two more shows out
on Fremont Street to drum up an audience.
At
first, people keep their distance. But after a little coaxing --
"C'mon up. I don't bite" -- a respectable crowd gathers to
watch.
When
it's over, Black directs the crowd to her stage assistant, who gives
away about 20 tickets to the $5.95 afternoon show.
"I
do whatever it takes to bring people in -- without hurting people,"
Black says.
On
a good day, the real show will have 80 people or more sitting in the
stackable convention-hall chairs that outfit the corner of a former
Italian restaurant on the second floor of Fitzgeralds.
Other
days, there may be only 20 people to watch Black, her assistant Tina
(Joan DuKore) and her little dog Sarah, who lends a paw for one trick.
But no matter, the show goes on.
And
when it's over, Black stands in back of the room, shaking hands and even
signing an autograph or two while the next star strolls in unnoticed,
wheeling a small suitcase full of CDs.
He's
singing impressionist Larry G. Jones. And while that other
impressionist, Danny Gans, may have roadies, Jones hops onto a chair to
reposition a stage light all by himself.
The
little time
Who
are these people?
They're
climbing the Las Vegas show business ladder from the bottom rung, but
they're not all beginners. Black, for one, has been a working magician
since 1986.
They
are entertainers trying to live up to their locations. The bragging
rights of having "a Las Vegas show" are maybe the one thing
they have in common with Siegfried & Roy, but it's no picnic living
up to the claim.
It's
tougher still to describe the gray zone between lounge and showroom
where they work. Fitzgeralds and Bourbon Street both sport tiny rooms
that would be packed with 150 people. At
Fitzgeralds, you pay $5.95 -- technically for the drink -- to see Black,
Jones or Elvis impersonator Craig Newell. That's comparable to a well
drink for, say, an Art Vargas set at Bally's new Indigo lounge.
Bourbon
Street's Big Easy room offers a steak dinner in the neighboring cafe
with a $24.95 ticket to either "The Soul of Magic" starring
Victor & Diamond, or Paull Casas, "The Ultimate Cabaret
Entertainer."
But
unlike the open lounges with their background din of slot bells and
their constant comings and goings, these shows do focus a crowd's
attention for an hour or more. For
Casas, that's enough to honor a pact he once made with his eighth-grade
friend Dan Rodriguez in Denver.
"Even
back then we used to daydream, and say if one of us became successful,
we'd help the other one out," says Casas.
Rodriguez
got there first. He would rather be a full-time stage magician, but
ended up owning six McDonald's restaurants after learning how the
company works by doing corporate magic shows.
Last
year, Rodriguez and his wife sold their Colorado stores and moved to
Pahrump, buying one McDonald's there "to cover my bet," he
says. After
opening "Salsations" at the Fiesta Rancho and closing it two
weeks later, Rodriguez bought the light and sound equipment from the New
Frontier, the last lounge/showroom hybrid of this type.
Casas
aspired to star in "a Wayne Newton-type show." Instead, he was
"seeing (Newton's) papers go by" while doing registrations for
the International Arabian Horse Association.
He
didn't hesitate too long when Rodriguez called and told him,
"Here's your chance to go to Las Vegas, and I'll make you a
star." Casas
arrived in town complete with a taxi-yellow blazer and his own nickname:
"Mr. Million Dollar Smile." In the course of a show, he wears
both an Elvis jumpsuit and a California motorcycle cop's uniform,
because of his resemblance to "CHiPs" star Erik Estrada.
He
has the lounge lizard schmooze down cold. When a faulty microphone cuts
in and out on him, he says it's because, "there's so much
electricity in the room from you folks." During
the show, one of Casas' two backup dancers offers prizes to people who
first identify a TV cop theme. A guy eagerly raises his hand, only to
find out, "the prize is a photograph of Mr. Paull Casas."
"He'd
be happy to autograph it after the show," the dancer adds, and the
crowd laughs. "Is there an inside joke or something?" she
asks, slightly puzzled at the
reaction.
Almost
famous
It
takes a bit of shamelessness to hang out your shingle in Las Vegas,
where ticket-buyers can see genuinely famous people.
That's
why Gene Sagas, director of facilities and entertainment for Fitzgeralds,
was impressed to see impressionist Jones "walk through the buffet
and hand out coupons," or stand out in front of the hotel wearing
Ross Perot ears.
Jones
came to Las Vegas two years ago with an act he'd worked up during his 10
years in Los Angeles. "It was slow at first. I worked, doing some
other odd jobs for a while."
He
landed a featured spot in the barely seen "Le Cabaret" at the
Plaza before moving over to Fitzgeralds in March 2002.
"The
Man of 1,002 Voices" grew up in Florida, studied mechanical
engineering and worked at it "for a very short time" before
moving to Hollywood with a rock band.
Jones
became an impressionist after answering a "sound-alikes
wanted" ad. "I sent them a tape of me singing Elton John and
Michael Crawford. They called me up to do Hootie & the
Blowfish." No
matter. He became a dependable voice for a Los Angeles company that
produced radio comedy and song parodies for morning drive-time.
Jones
was encouraged by Gans' success because, "I'd heard casinos don't
like to take risks on new stuff. I thought, `Well, that (impressions)
has been proven.' "
"I
wouldn't mind being a hundred dollar ticket," he volunteers. But
for now, he makes due with what Sagas calls "a pittance of a
salary" from the hotel. Post-show sales of self-recorded CDs
sometimes double his daily pay.
Black
also is grounded when it comes to "Secrets," a show she wasn't
beating down doors to sell. Sagas approached her at an International
Game Technology party when she was doing magic while dressed as Samantha
to promote "Bewitched" slot machines.
He
learned the Edmonton, Alberta, native has been in town eight years,
making her living mostly from corporate events and cruise ships.
"I
think every performer kind of dreams about (a big show) and wants
that," she says. "I think I'm a little more realistic. I know
my limitations." Fitzgeralds offers a dry-land gig and a chance to
hone her stage persona, which she doesn't feel is yet fully developed.
"For
right now, this is good enough. Actually, more than good enough,"
she says. The exposure has led to offers to do cable TV and a show in
Brazil.
After
all, Black has the cachet of being a Las Vegas star -- even if the
definition doesn't always include working with a roof over her
head.
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