The Call
Roxie hung up the phone wearing a huge grin across her face, and if her new appartment was any smaller her grin wouldn't have fit. She had just recieved her very first call-back from the Midnight Blues! As she sat there basking in her new achievement she realized that she should have been getting ready. Her agent had told her that she was to go to the Midnight Blues as soon as possible. And the 'judges' weren't going to wait for ever.
She began by rummaging through her drawers looking for a sexy little dress that would catch their eye. Finnally her eyes landed apon her 'I am sexy and single so take me home with you' dress. She hadn't warn it since the night she met Fred, but for such a special occasion she felt that it was necissary. She slipped it on and looked at herself in the mirror. Wow! She had not realized how curvy that dress made her look. She wondered if her boobs were actually that big (if so they hadn't appeared to be before... anyway...on to hair. She began searching for a style that would complement the dress. After at least 10 minuets she decided on a side part. She put on some base, blush, eyeliner, mascara and lipstick grabed her shoes and ran down the street.
As she was running she began to warm up her voice. She sang a few scales with several rude face stareing at he as if she had two heads. Roxie didn't care because she wanted this job so bad! She would look odd and sleep with who she had to to get this job. (And in this case it was Ned Banasty.) But that part was already taken care of. That is, what she suspected, even got her the callback in the first place.
Oh shit! She had forgotten her music, well she couldn't very well go back now. Besides, she could sing it accapella...right?