Step inside, take a breath, and adjust your eyes...
this is Shequida Hall's queendom.
I am Shequida: Juilliard-trained, globe-trotted, grandmother-approved, nightlife-perfected.
I've sung Mozart in one breath and told a drunk finance bro to hydrate the next. I've worn crowns heavier than some girls' careers. And most importantly, I hold the door open for the next generation because a real queen lifts as she rises.
If you came looking for glamour, wit, voice, and vengeance... oh baby, you came to the right woman.
The Woman. The Voice. The Moment.
From Jamaica to Juilliard, from Berlin to Sydney, from One Life to Live to Drag Wars -- I've carved a path with nothing but talent, tenacity, and a wig line sharp enough to slice a man's ego in half.
I sing. I host. I rule.
And on Monday nights in West Village, I transform fresh little draglings into divas they were too afraid to be.
Because you want magic.
Because you want elegance.
Because you want someone who can quote Bill Cosby and a Mozart aria.
Because you want a queen who reminds you that drag is more than rhinestones, it's freedom, darling.
And freedom deserves a flawless soprano high C.
In this house, we respect drag.
We respect the grind.
We respect the hustle
We tip the DJ, we hydrate, and we always -- ALWAYS -- keep our heels on the floor until the number is done.
And remember:
Nobody hires a cxnt.
So be gracious, be fierce, and be on time.
Whether you're a fan, a baby queen, a producer, or a lost tourist who followed the sound of high notes and higher drama -- welcome to the world of Shequida Hall.
Now come inside, sit pretty, and let Mother sing.
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