Vampires were big hit in town, in that winter. We could not possibly let such a subject pass untouched. Before too long, a piece of sick fantasy was written up, centered around several scenes of blood drinking sabbaths - Bloody Mary was invited to play the part of blood, and Sherry was normally taken as a substitute actress on those days when we couldn't find tomato juice which was so essential for Mary's makeup.

So, after thorough and numerous rehearsals, the D-day had come - and over again, the tomato juice wasn't to be found anywhere in the nearby foodstores, and Bloody Mary couldn't quite get those red bodies for her blood. We left the white bodies (if you know what I am talking about) for the after show celebration, and called upon Sherry, who made a prompt appearance backstage, and distributed herself rather evenly, in preparation for the opening scene.

When the show started, we could hear the spectators in the first row making bets as to whether the blood we were drinking was grape juice or that into what it turns gracefully with time.

By the end of the show, the adherents of grape juice were gaining the upper hand in public opinion - just in time to hear the voice of one of our vampiresses from behind the curtain which had just being drawn to mark the final:

- Don't give him anymore: he has already drunk enough on the stage!

Source:   B.Karamazer , "The Unwritten History of the Brotherhood"