While many have flocked to the Slipper Room since its opening in 1999 to see the remarkable professional performances of dancing, singing, and seduction, I am seated on this Friday night to see a select group of performers who have never been on this stage, or any stage, ever before. This is the Virgin Show, dreamt up by Calder Mansfield, the tattooed brunette performer and bartender, with Faye, the taller and blonder event organizer and second generation of Slipper Room management. “It’s going to be burlesque, singing, stand-up comedy, and poetry, all while taking their clothes off,” Faye tells me while the aerial performer closes out her set. “I’m the organizer, and I still don’t know what to expect!”
As midnight approaches and a late night turns into the early morning, I sit a few rows away from the stage. The older crowd suddenly turns into a younger one as beautiful boys and girls of New York’s downtown slink into the seats and standing room surrounding me. My pen is poised above my mini Moleskine and I pull the tea candle on the round table closer to me. I have no idea what I’m about to witness and I refuse to miss a moment by attempting to take notes on my phone, its blue light penetrating the darkness that signals the show is about to begin.
The first character to step in front of the red velvet curtains is Coach Mansfield, Calder Mansfield’s alter ego, wearing a black sweatshirt, red basketball shorts, mismatched gym socks, no shoes, and a football helmet over her head. She barks at the crowd, congratulates the college graduates of 2025, and introduces the Virgin Show before launching into an extraordinary rendition of “Maybe This Time” by Liza Minelli with a slightly more aggressive, modern twist. Her vocals are impressive, demanding, and effortless. Then, the curtains open to the anthem “Everlong” by the Foo Fighters, and Faye and two other dancers surround the coach in a flurry of pom-poms, mini shorts, and “Virgin Show Cheer” t-shirts, breaking into an endearingly choreographed burlesque and cheer routine, twisting, turning, and smiling. Suddenly their shirts are off, and the performance ends with the girls in nothing but thongs, pasties, and pom-poms.