I was looking through this section and discovered that there was hardly any Chicago fanfiction, so I decided to write one! It's a short story before Roxie and Velma's show (final scene in the movie)-hope you like it :)
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ALL THAT JAZZ
Roxie Hart: singer, dancer, murderer...and currently trying to buckle up the strap on her heeled shoe. She pulled the strap tight round her ankle and finally got it done up, standing up straight and shuffling towards the full length mirror to see how she looked. She momentarily gazed at the red indent marks on her feet from the one-size-too-small shoes and that damn buckle that just wouldn't do up. But she loved the shoes, so she wore them. Sure, her ankle would probably be giving her hell tomorrow, but who cares? She certainly didn't.
She smoothed out the tiny creases in her dress, tucked a stray bit of curled blonde hair behind her ear and went over the dance routine in front of the mirror, singing along to an imaginary band in the background. Roxie got so carried away, as she always did, on her make-believe stage she didn't notice the dressing room door open and someone walk in.
"Thank you, thank you so much!" said Roxie to her made-up audience.
"Aww, ain't it precious?" drawled a voice. Roxie spun round to face them as they slammed shut the door. Always making an entrance.
"Oh, hey Velma" Roxie said in a toneless voice, turning back to her reflection. She never knew where she stood with that girl, whether the other half of her act liked or hated her. It usually felt like the latter, but hey, she let Roxie's name go first on their show. Maybe she liked her after all.
"I guess the names should be listed alphabetically" Velma had agreed a while ago, when the two women decided to work together, even though they couldn't stand each other most of the time. But fame was what they both craved, and this seemed to be the only way to get it.
Roxie had gone into another daydream when she was snapped out of her thoughts by a loud knock at the door and a voice shouting through: "Five minutes ladies!"
"Ok!" they both chorused. The room was unusually quiet for a few moments, before Velma began singing to herself, warming up her voice. Roxie stopped and listened, watching Velma brush her hair, occasionally using the hairbrush as a microphone.
"And all that jazz..." Velma sang. Roxie remembered when she had first heard Velma sing that song, at a club with that good-for-nothing Fred Kasley...she was glad she'd killed his sorry ass. Telling her she couldn't make it-well, she showed him. She realised that she had began tapping her foot as she'd gone into another dream. She glanced at the clock. One minute left.
She began joining in the song with Velma, improvising a dance on the spot. She caught Velma's eye and she smiled, the brunette smiling back. Hell, she could alright at times, Roxie reckoned. It was coming towards the end of the song.
"All...that...JAZZ!" they sung together.
There was another knock at the door, louder and more urgent. "Ladies, you're on!" the voice called. Roxie and Velma rushed to the side of the stage, covered by darkness. They saw the two spotlights on the stage, and their nervousness and excitement grew.
Did Roxie really need all that jazz? Of course she did. It's what she lived for. It's what she died for. It's what she killed for.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Roxie Hart and Velma Kelly!" With one final good luck smile to Velma, Roxie stepped out onto the stage, in front of a real audience at last.
~The End~
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Please review, this is my first Chicago fic! Hope you liked it!
Kat xxx
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ALL THAT JAZZ
Roxie Hart: singer, dancer, murderer...and currently trying to buckle up the strap on her heeled shoe. She pulled the strap tight round her ankle and finally got it done up, standing up straight and shuffling towards the full length mirror to see how she looked. She momentarily gazed at the red indent marks on her feet from the one-size-too-small shoes and that damn buckle that just wouldn't do up. But she loved the shoes, so she wore them. Sure, her ankle would probably be giving her hell tomorrow, but who cares? She certainly didn't.
She smoothed out the tiny creases in her dress, tucked a stray bit of curled blonde hair behind her ear and went over the dance routine in front of the mirror, singing along to an imaginary band in the background. Roxie got so carried away, as she always did, on her make-believe stage she didn't notice the dressing room door open and someone walk in.
"Thank you, thank you so much!" said Roxie to her made-up audience.
"Aww, ain't it precious?" drawled a voice. Roxie spun round to face them as they slammed shut the door. Always making an entrance.
"Oh, hey Velma" Roxie said in a toneless voice, turning back to her reflection. She never knew where she stood with that girl, whether the other half of her act liked or hated her. It usually felt like the latter, but hey, she let Roxie's name go first on their show. Maybe she liked her after all.
"I guess the names should be listed alphabetically" Velma had agreed a while ago, when the two women decided to work together, even though they couldn't stand each other most of the time. But fame was what they both craved, and this seemed to be the only way to get it.
Roxie had gone into another daydream when she was snapped out of her thoughts by a loud knock at the door and a voice shouting through: "Five minutes ladies!"
"Ok!" they both chorused. The room was unusually quiet for a few moments, before Velma began singing to herself, warming up her voice. Roxie stopped and listened, watching Velma brush her hair, occasionally using the hairbrush as a microphone.
"And all that jazz..." Velma sang. Roxie remembered when she had first heard Velma sing that song, at a club with that good-for-nothing Fred Kasley...she was glad she'd killed his sorry ass. Telling her she couldn't make it-well, she showed him. She realised that she had began tapping her foot as she'd gone into another dream. She glanced at the clock. One minute left.
She began joining in the song with Velma, improvising a dance on the spot. She caught Velma's eye and she smiled, the brunette smiling back. Hell, she could alright at times, Roxie reckoned. It was coming towards the end of the song.
"All...that...JAZZ!" they sung together.
There was another knock at the door, louder and more urgent. "Ladies, you're on!" the voice called. Roxie and Velma rushed to the side of the stage, covered by darkness. They saw the two spotlights on the stage, and their nervousness and excitement grew.
Did Roxie really need all that jazz? Of course she did. It's what she lived for. It's what she died for. It's what she killed for.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Roxie Hart and Velma Kelly!" With one final good luck smile to Velma, Roxie stepped out onto the stage, in front of a real audience at last.
~The End~
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Please review, this is my first Chicago fic! Hope you liked it!
Kat xxx