February 25, 2014


I started my dancing career downtown Detroit. Hence my name, Miss Detroit. I worked every weekend. Never missed a shift. I performed for peanuts as I grew a name for myself within the city. Paxahau’s Detroit Electronic Music Festival really helped me grow as a performer. Being one of two dancers for this huge festival was an honor and certainly made me want to step up my game. Wearing scantily clad outfits. The handmade Paxahau booty shorts were quite the topic of a lot of party goers that year. Back then it wasn’t common to have girls dress so provocatively.  I started posting homemade dance videos on youtube to grow myself as an artist. I look back at them now and laugh.  However they worked. I was flown to Boston to dance for Benny Benassi on his Rock and Rave Tour.  I went to Toronto to perform for Eric Pyrdz. I performed locally for Bad Boy Bill, Ferry Corsten, Armin Van Burren, Tommy Lee and many more.

Late 2008 Deadmau5 came to town. I had no idea when I walked into work that night that my entire life would change. I quickly became apart of deadmau5’s entourage. Got to perform in the Bahamas, Ibiza and Germany.  As deadmau5 grew as an artist so did his production and little old me couldn’t compete with what his management had up their sleeves. As fast as I ran away with the circus I fell in love with the road. I redirected my attention from dance to managing his clothing line. I couldn’t image my life without being on the road. What was once a small touring group turned into one giant dysfunctional family.  Late nights, early flights, we have enough memories to fill  a dozen books. It was a rare occasion but sometimes I was able to slip away from my nightly duties of being “Nat, the Merch Girl” to “Miss Detroit, the dancer”.

I slipped myself into the dancers dressing room of The Guvernment Nightclub. Covering the walls were pictures from past performances, Costumes were everywhere. Glitter covering almost everything. I felt right at home. Kharizma Entertainment quickly took me under their wing.  Deadmau5,  Kharizma and myself tore the  house down that night. Juggling merch and my dancing career hasn’t been easy but I’ve made it work. I’ve been a backup dancer for Kid Rock, Performed at the Pitbull Concert and worked it along side of rapper FloRida.

December 2012 Kharizma Entertainment and myself flew to India to perform. The Illuminate event, held in Mumbai was far from our average show. It was another pin in the map and a great experience.  Summer of 2013 was extremely memorable, as I spent the summer with Kharizma and became an official dancer for the company. Dancing for Sensation, Digital Dreams, and Regularly throwing down on the boxes of Guvernment, Epic.

I continue to travel as a merch girl. Calvin Harris, Tiesto, 12Planet, Feed Me, Deadmau5 and Zeds Dead are all on my roster.  I’ve met some of the most amazing people on the road. We exchange stories, we fall in love yet know nothing abut each other. Some of these artist have no idea I started all this from dancing on a podium. I’ve done a handful of events in my time and I find myself thinking as I dance how truly lucky I am to experience these shows, these cities, the music from the best spot in the house. The Podium.

“Looking out into the crowd, all I see are faces of strangers I’ll never know.  They are all strangers…as am I to them. However they’re looking back at me as if I’m their long lost best friend they haven’t seen since summer camp circa 1994. Their eyes filled with excitement but the rest of them looks confused. Beams of light cast my silhouette on the partygoers below me. For every bass drop there is a hair flip, For every podium there is a dancer looking down at her own set of strangers. I slowly turn myself around to those who are all facing the DJ and notice a group of soaking wet partygoers idolizing another dancer perched up on her podium of “touch me and you die”. She is effortlessly moving her hips and her hair, like magic follows. Glistening from either the spotlight above her, bright enough to turn her sweat into glitter or maybe it was actually the amount of glitter that was accidently spilled on her shoulder blades. Either way, She was beautiful. In a sea full of chaos, animalistic behavior and a handful of lost minds. These podiums seem tranquil. The music moves us. And we move them. Until the spotlight goes off then we’re out of there faster then a raver that lost her glow sticks at the front door. “


Miss Detroit

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