Behind Closed Curtains

Guess I'm not so crazy after all

Hey, Hey, Hey!  peeps second update since forever ago so two days ago i was mystery 920 yeah peeps we got it so i know that this story isn't popular or well liked but i love it so i'm keeping it up anyway yeah bring it i want to thank my editor/best peep JayJaySparkles she's totes the cutest person ever and yeah i've been busy sleeping for almost forever and i'm sorry peeps y’all are the best peeps in the work like fo serious and this is for the first person to comment on my story amber pistone shes my friend from the real world outside the worldwide web and she just got hooked on the pad(thats what im calling wattpad now) get in homies this is chapter two of  BCC -Victoria (not edited at all)

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It had been a week since the whole vicky thing,and things had slowly started to get back to normal or as normal as life could be on a broadway stage.No one went into her dressing room,no one spoke about her, no one spoke.I was born for this role so rehersals went by withouth a hitch i knew my lines better than the playwright himself did  ,so rehersals were uneventful.

While i was glad to have gotten the Role I so rightfully deserved i was also quite a bit shaken. A strange though had popped into my head the first rehearsal we had after Vicky's death.it came through me like a shudder and had not left me unharmed  the fact of the matter was that I,Callista Wright was standing in a dead woman’s spotlight. Someone had died in our theater and not just someone Vicky freaking Valera  and yet not a day later there were recast and rehearsals. The Industry is Dark.

I couldn't stop thinking about Vicky all though my castmates (who seemed to have worshiped her before) seem to have, to me it just wasn't possible. The smell, That sick smell! It was still stuck in the back of my nose like an ever present  memory of nightmares i  couldn't  run away from. I was haunted by Vicky’s Death, more than anyone else and i didn't  know why...

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Rehearsals had concluded for the day and i couldn't shake the thoughts of death out of my head. I-I needed peace , something to comfort me, to say that it's all right. Her death had been like a punch to the gut  and I suddenly realized why.

Vicky and I had been friends above the whole enemy thing. i know what you're thinking ME friends.....with her, but it's true we were friends strange friends acting rivals for sure but friends nonetheless i realized why i was the only one here who cared i knew her, i just thought that everyone else did too.there was a weird unspoken bond between us and even though i resented the fact that she beat me at almost everything it was there. Like when we helped each other stretch or  work on lines or even make snide comments towards strangers on our way to lunch. Our relationship was strange.

I was walking out after rehearsal when i decided that i wasn't happy With the coroners answer. Vicky was dead but my dream had me feeling like it wasn't natural ,and that if i didn't do something i'd be next. i rushed past my own dressing room and went into hers, it had remained untouched since Vicky was found in here so naturally that was the first place to look. i step inside and found nothing, no hint of blood, no  sign of struggle the room was in order the only thing that was out of place was her make up desk, that was what i was looking for a clue! Vicky was OCD to the max everything color coded and arranged by  likeness.This was a mess ,she wouldn't have created ,and standing first and foremost on that very desk was a recently opened bottle of Chanel no.5.......... Guess I'm not so crazy after all.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A/N: this will be edited someday and i won't be gone for so long don't give up on me yet