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Sashaying Through a Door Swung Open in Cuba, Jose Shines as Nayla
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A man with a skintight T-shirt jumped from his chair at a nearby table. He started to walk over.
"Oh, here comes 'the Auntie,' " Sanchez said to Rogelio.
The Auntie runs his own cabaret. He's a big talker and a big spender -- showing up at performances with a fanny pack full of Cuban pesos to dole out.
"Sing, sing, sing" the Auntie implored Rogelio.
Rogelio blushed. "You're such a sweetie," he said. "Not tonight."
A half-hour later, at 10:45, the lights dimmed and Maridalia came onstage. She flung out her arms and let loose in a deep, window-rattling vibrato.
"Learn to walk in complete darkness," she moaned, rousing the crowd with a Venezuelan tear-jerker.
The Auntie couldn't contain himself. He raced onto the stage and stuffed bills in Maridalia's brassiere. She smiled, glowing in the spotlight, and called back to him, "I am the lady of Cuba's gays!"
