My voice got lost in a storm of applause as somebody announced Midnight O'Hara. I concentrated on the spotlight which wavered for a moment, then picked up Midnight making her entrance. She was all woman, Midnight O'Hara. Se was tall and blonde and she had dark eyes--as black as midnight. She had a full figure and the black strapless put a very definite emphasis on her curves. Rhinestones flashed as they reflected the spotlight. She was a nice looking dame in a world populated with nice looking dames--right up to the moment she reached out a gloved hand and took hold of the microphone. And started to sing.
1958.