She entered the world as Annie Blanche Banks, a Leap Day child in 1928 Georgia, where abuse and poverty tried to script her fate. At fourteen she bolted, marrying to escape, then aiming herself toward something larger than survival. In Los Angeles, offered the choice between “Sunny Day” and “Tempest Storm,” she chose the name that sounded like trouble—and destiny. As a cocktail waitress drawn into burlesque, she found not just a job but a stage where her control, elegance, and slow-burning power could rewrite her story in real time.

By the 1950s she was a headliner, her performances favoring poise over shock, mystery over strip. Lloyd’s of London reportedly insured her famous curves; she earned modern-millionaire money while keeping a strict, sober discipline behind the scenes. Her interracial marriage to jazz singer Herb Jeffries cost her work but not her conviction. Performing into her eighties, honored on screens and city proclamations, Tempest Storm proved that survival can become spectacle, and spectacle, in the right hands, can become a kind of freedom.