Opening night! People flocked in from miles around to hear the sweet voices and melodies. The hustle out front was about as bad as the one back stage. Costumes flew widely back and forth, and make up was scattered everywhere. Chorus girls practicing for the last time, and singers warming up their voices. What sweet bliss.
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Mme. Corella sat prim and proper at her dressing room vanity. This was her time to shine. No Kristine, and no issues. She looked in the mirror and smiled. Besides, if Kristine sang Mme. Corella would ruin James. She smirked as she put on we lipstick. A sudden knock at the door made her slip, causing a streak of pink lipstick to hit her cheek.
"Who is it?" She yelled angrily.
"It James." Came the voice.
Mme. Corella straightened up and wiped the lipstick off her face. "Oh, come in darling." She sweetened up a bit.
James opened the door and walked in. "Why, you look lovely." He kissed her hand.
"Oh you flirt." She giggled. "What can I help you with dear?" She asked innocently.
James walked past her chair and browsed the room with his eyes. "I was thinking. The last act needs something."
Mme. Corella hesitated, "Darling, the performance starts in twenty minutes! What could you possibly want to change about the last act?"
"Well I would like Kristine to do it." James turned to face Mme. Corella.
Her jaw dropped slightly. Her song given to that little snob. Never! "Wha...What? James, darling, are you feeling alright." She got up and walked toward him.
James waved her off. "I'm felling fine. I simply feel that for that song Kristine's voice is more...gentle."
"Gentle?" Corella squeaked.
"Yes more refined." James continued.
"Refined?" She shuttered.
"In simple terms, she is better than you." James grinned.
"Bet...better! I have worked in the music industry longer than that little snot nosed brat! I am the one who deserves the credit! Me!" She yelled at him. "You will regret that decission, James!" She snarled.
James just stood there, but his grin had turned to an awful scowl. His grey-blue eyes danced with anger. "For too long you have stepped on me! You made me look like an ignorant fool, and maybe I am but no longer will you be thr cause off it! I am the one who deserves all the credit and respect Corella! You are nothing more than a flirt, liar, and deciever."
He walked up behind her. "I know your secret, and I can destroy you. I've done it twice before; what makes you any different?" He hissed in her ear.
Mme. Corella stood frozen. Half from fear and half from rage.
James continued, "You will sing your part, and then Kristine will do the last song. When you are finished, I will take the files that are rightfully mine and you will may be dismissed."
"Dismissed!" Mme. Corella growled.
"Yes, dismissed. Fired, sacked, kicked to the curb, hasta la vista baby!" He started to walk out the door.
"You can't do this to me!" She cried.
James chuckled deeply, "Watch me."
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Miss Donovan sat quietly in the mist of her chorus girls. Mme. Corella was serious about this blackmail, but Miss Donovan wanted nothing to do with it., especially after last night.
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