CharlestonCityPaper.com – By Sally Albright
The scene: Saturday night, 11:30 p.m., The Chart, Park Circle. The music starts, and I feel the bass thumping in my chest. The crowd is already hooting and hollering before the DJ announces the arrival of what we’ve all been waiting for, “Please welcome to the stage, Miss Ayanna Rodriguez!”
Everyone’s on their feet screaming and clapping, and from out of the darkness struts a lean, tall vision clad in a skimpy lamé number, four-inch heels, and an attitude usually reserved for cities like New York. Ms. Rodriguez is fierce…