Life upon the wicked stage ain't ever what a girl supposes. Stage door Johnnies aren't raging over you with gems and roses. When you let a feller hold your hand (which means an extra beer or sandwich), ev'rybody whispers: "Ain't her life a whirl?"
Though you're warned against a roue ruining your reputation, I have played around the one night trade around a great big nation:
Wild old men who give you jewels and sables only live in Aesop's Fables. Life upon the wicked stage ain't nothin' for a girl.