Ms Dynamite : London Covent Garden CC Club
She's so casual that the audience can't help but sit in the palm of her hand...
Dressed down in jeans, a white vest, gold hooped earrings and what appear to be fingerless pink marigolds, Dynamite has an affable stage presence. She looks truly comfortable up there and when flashes of concern cross her face as if she's just forgotten the words, it's really that she's so immersed in her song that she's forgotten there are a couple of hundred people in the club with her.
Those assembled are competition winners brought here by a mobile 'phone network, but there's little doubt who the real winner tonight is. Ms. Dynamite is victorious, taking a stuffy corporate back-slap session and enlivening it with the same casual vibe she was taking to raves three years ago. At one point she even half-attempts a dance routine, but flops into a laughing heap after only a few arm movements. She's so casual that the audience can't help but sit in the palm of her hand. Ms.Dynamite is a star.
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