Neal Scott, who as “Felicia Hall” delighted thousands of Savannah bar patrons in the 1980s and beyond and ran his own dance club and show bar Felicia’s for many years, died August 22, 2015. A Sylvania, Georgia native, Neal is survived by his parents, a son, Amari Adams of Savannah, siblings and other close family, as well as a legion of special friends here and beyond.

Our condolences go out to Neal’s loved ones, and our fond memories of him will outlive this shock and sadness.  One very special friend has written a tribute below.

Recollections of Felicia Hall
by Gia Hall, her younger, less attractive sister

It was May of 1985 and I was finishing high school and trying to stay in the closet till I got back home to Savannah. I had not been back a week before I headed out to 217 Bay Street, the address for Who’s Who that I got from the Damron’s Guide. With a fake ID (I was all of 18) and my heart pounding, I walked into the building, where I was met by this biker guy named Phyllis. She let me into a loud dark dance floor. Boy, I needed a drink! A really nice guy named Michael asked me if I wanted to see the show. I had only seen drag on the Jerry Springer Show, so sure, I wanted to see the show. I will never forget the sensory overload of the loud music, Madonna’s “Get Into the Groove”, and the absolutely beautiful Felicia Hall! I had to get closer to the stage to be sure it was not Madonna herself. With her bad boy belt, short boots, fishnet top and ten crucifixes, she was a sight for this first-timer.

Several other performers followed her onto the stage, including Trixie Star, Ashley Collins, Stacy Brown, and Brandi O’Neil. The show ended, and Michael and the girls asked me to go to Tybee for the 3AM Plunge. Trixie volunteered to take me home to get some clothes, saying, “I will take you home later,” which she did–six months later!

That began many years of all or us girls living together, performing, enjoying cocktails, and supporting each other. We competed many, many times, but I always knew Felicia was a better dancer, maybe a better stylist, definitely a better seamstress, and probably a better singer. Along the way she began introducing me as “Gia Hall, my younger, less attractive sister.” In the last three years, we spent time shopping, telling old stories, enjoying cocktail hour(s), and looking forward to all the fun stuff we would do as old men, LOL. We talked about a trip out west, traveling with her boys, and her son’s wedding. Sadly, our trips will not happen.

In her final days, while hospitalized, we enjoyed a few last laughs, and in true Felicia fashion, poked fun at a few friends. She received great care; everyone was very kind, for which I am grateful. I will always cherish my time with Felicia. I love you, sister!