Nouveau

Chapter 29: Jealous

Laive

She was in a red long sleeve, deep V-cut leotard made of sequins that fit her like a tight glove. Lately, Laive had been rocking jet black thirty inch Malaysian bundles  to protect her natural curls from the heat damage. Her heeled black boots matched her sleeve cuffs, and her sparkly skin tone fish nets held her thighs and behind in place just right. Her makeup had been done to perfection. She had a gold crease cut smoky eye with her full lips being glossed with MAC's vibrant red lip pigment.

L had went to check on her dancers while they warmed up, to make sure everyone was prepared for the sold out arena show. They had on audience of 70,000 people, and Laive wanted to leave an impression on every single person in attendance. Cracking their dressing room door open, Laive instantly noticed a costume change she hadn't approved. She turned to her head dancer Chan.

"Who put you in those?"

After Laive's first couple of shows, she had been involved with everything from costuming to lighting. The reputation she had established was nothing less than her being a hand's on perfectionist. Every one that worked with her, and for her, knew that if Laive wanted things a certain way...you had to make it happen. She didn't accept any excuses from anyone and L didn't take no for an answer.

Laive's head dancer looked ashamed. But she was so nervous, she didn't respond.

"Chan, who put you in those ashy looking tights?" Laive was annoyed and slowly getting pissed off. 

Chan was embarrassed as she answered, "These were the only ones they had left."

"Who said that?"

Crickets.

No one would answer her.

"Call John." Laive stood up. "Somebody better call him or get him in here right now!"

"I'm on it." Laive's assistant quickly whipped his phone out. "No answer."

"In 5 minutes, I'm going to find him myself."

3 minutes later, Laive pulled the door open. "Ok. Where's John."

Laive scanned the hallway while power walking with her 30 inch wanded curls whipping towards the back of her. The determination in her strut was creating fierce wind in front of her. Anyone else would have though L was on stage if  a picture captured Laive in the moment. Her dancers scattered close behind her, too nervous to say anything.

"John!" Laive yelled in the empty arena hallways.

The chatter from Tremaine and Laive's backstage guests and teams immediately ceased when her voice ricocheted off the surrounding walls.

"Laive, what's the matter?" Mack was struggling to catch up with her. The backstage guests and other celebrities in attendance easily stepped out of her way.

"Somebody better tell me where John is. That's what's the matter." Laive huffed quickly but didn't stop her pace.

"Wil...whatever is going on, why didn't you take care of it before she found out?" Mack was trying to whisper irritably to Laive's personal assistant. "She goes on in 30 minutes."

"I think I'm more than capable of finding my costume designer myself Mack." Her voice was sarcastic as she turned the corner. "John!"

John was unsuspectingly walking back in the back door entrance and looked shocked when Laive's eyes furrowed in annoyance at him.

"John" Laive was calmly speaking. "Did you put Chan in these ashy colored tights?"

"No. Amanda did. I told her you didn't want the girls in the same colored tights. You wanted it to match with their skin tones and her exact words were.." John cleared his throat, "That's going to look tacky."