Behind Closed Curtains

Behind Closed Curtains

                                                By Victoria Disla

So guys this is my first story on wattpad and I suck at editing. I miss punctuations, I’m moody and I act a total mess when it comes to updating. Thankfully I have my best friend JayJaySparkles to help me. This is a story I like it’s mysterious and I write it off the top of my head I'll try to update every week but I’m a high school student and an actress so I have to be on top of my game follow Callista's story, you might like it.

Chapter ONE         

Vicky Valera was once a very different person than she is now; she wasn’t on millions of billboards, she didn't have to duck/hide from the press everywhere she went, and guys certainly didn't bow at her feet, but those where different times. She was born Vanessa Isabel Dolores, native of the Dominican Republic Island in the northern Caribbean sea. She was a pretty girl who loved to smile and her main concern was standing out, she loved the attention. When she was 7 her family decided to relocate from the sunny paradise she called home to……well, New Jersey -there was no other way to describe it but by its name. She attended one art school after another. First, it was Arts High School where she auditioned with a piece from Shakespeare’s A Mid Summer Nights Dream. She then became a drama student there, creating smooth stories with her sharp tongue. After years of searching for her true calling she had finally done it with drama, she had truly found her calling. Drama was to her soul as chocolate was to her taste buds, pure bliss. She became enamored with the thrill of the stage, the screams, the crowd, and the knowledge behind everything an actor did.

But, drama wasn’t Vanessa’s only strong suit, she had a brilliant mind that craved knowledge. She was smart and deceiving, her eyes told lies instead of truths, they didn’t hold the deepness others did and some swore she had ice running through her veins instead of blood. She didn’t care she was called a witch most of her life just for saying what nobody else would, but no one guessed that she used that shell to hide herself. She searched to no ends for something she didn’t even know existed, her heart. She wanted to love and be loved, even in death like Edgar Allan Poe’s Annabel Lee in The Kingdom by The Sea. She wanted a soul mate but no such luck would appear to her, though she never stopped thinking about it. Sometimes life has ways of sneaking up on us, like when we are standing behind a curtain waiting for the cue. Sometimes all you can do is laugh, because things never happen as they should.

Vicky Valera was supposed to be on a second after me pretending to be bewitched. The play was The Crucible. Vicky was of course cast as Abigail, her curvy body showing even in the modest costume. But, the pleading never came, she never said she felt the spirits. She wasn’t there. I tried my best not to freak out, but thankfully that’s when the curtains fell.  I couldn’t believe it, the whole show was on hold. Vicky was nowhere to be seen. I was left standing on cue, my head shaking as I was supposedly following the leader. I was Mary Warren and I envied Vicky more than anything. Abigail Williams was the only role I wanted to play, I worked so hard but she took right from under me and then left me embarrassed.

Maybe I should explain who I am, my name is Callista Wright I was named after a constellation because I was destined to be a star, but every time I even came close to it Vicky Valera would sweep in and take it from me. She had this vendetta against me for no reason at all and every single time I tried to shine, she would steal my thunder. That, began our war, we hated each other since then and to the end of time. She left us all standing on stage waiting, the lights were up but she wasn’t.

She ruined opening night.

I trudged back to my dressing room. Everything around me was in chaos producers screaming press everywhere I couldn’t figure anything out. After what seemed to be an hour of laying on my soft couch I drifted off, who cares if Vicky didn’t show up that just meant that I got her part. She would surely be fired for this and I was the only runner up for her part - my part really, one she stole away with her name and glamour. An unrecognizable person shook me only moments later.

       “The Director wants to see all cast and crew in the green room,” the stranger said. I nodded my eyes still trying to adjust to being awake. I shivered thinking that I was glad to be awake. I had a terrible dream full of blood and make up. I couldn’t recognize who was dying, but I’d seen her before. Her death hung over my head for the third time that week, always the same girl, the same blood, the same pink lipstick on the wall, and the same smell of Chanel No.5 piercing my nose as if it was real. Blood and Chanel No.5 was not a pretty scent, but that’s what I vividly remembered. I shook it off chalking it up to stress, and let my mind wander elsewhere.

I made my way to the green room still dressed as Mary Warren, my light brown tresses hidden partially beneath my sunbonnet. I walked in clearly late as the room focused its attention on me, everyone looking at me with what varied from disdain to disbelief to…..relief. I was puzzled and I’m sure my facial features showed that. I hastily took a seat looking apologetic and ashamed hoping that would earn me brownie points but….knowing it wouldn’t, you can’t bullshit fellow bullshitters we can see right through each other.

“Nice of you to join us Ms. Wright,” Mark our director spewed sharply. “I’ve gathered you all here to break the worst of news …. As you know, our leading lady wasn’t here today. The day of our opening night and while that would have been dealt with accordingly, we can’t do so until I’ve told you all the truth….Vicky Valera died today. She was found in her dressing room cold as ice.  They’ve ruled out murder, but haven’t found a plausible cause for her death. While tragedy is amongst us we must consider that the show must go on, and while I know that some of you will not wish to stay after Ms. Valera’s tragic death, those parts will be reassigned. The role of Abigail Williams will now go to Callista Wright.” A light clap rose out of the room half hardily. I wouldn’t have clapped for me either if was filling a dead girls shoes. “The part of Mary Warren will be cast a new. Starting tomorrow our reopening of the show will be in a month, ‘till then we will work to try and wash ourselves of this tragedy.” His voice was somber but sharp as he left.

Right after that murmurs rose out of the room as I left. I stopped at Vicky’s door, I didn’t know why but I had to see the inside. When I opened the door it was pristine, no blood or make up anywhere in the room. But, as I stood there a strong gut wrenching smell hit me, Chanel No.5 mixed with the rusty smell of blood. It wasn’t a dream, not entirely anyways….