The demolition crew was coming in a day to tear down the desolate apartment on my block in Chicago. I was always curious what was in there, so after the area cleared, I snuck in. The floors creaked, the paint on the walls peeling. The place used to be the home of The Billy Flinn, the greatest performer of the 1920s in Chicago. Billy wasn't in vaudeville like everyone else; he was a lawyer and could get the worst of criminals off the hook for murders by giving the judges a little 'razzle dazzle'.
Finally I got to his door. The door creaked as I opened the door. The place was completely empty except for an old book in the middle of the floor. I would have missed it if the light wasn't shining on just the right spot. I hurried over to the book and picked it up. A pile of dust fell off the book as I opened it. I couldn't believe my eyes! It looked like Billy Flinn's journal.
May 10, 1925
There's a new dame at the prison. Her name is Roxie Hart. Mama wants me to take her case, but I don't like the kid. She's rude and too in your face, you know, that women's movement type. But her husband seems dumb enough that he might just pay the money if I ask. It won't be hard to defend her case. A flash of sadness, a happy ending, a troubled childhood, but will she be a good witness? Can she draw to the jury's sympathies, and just how much press can I get for this dame?
Most importantly Velma's case is fading. No one cares about the sad little starlet whose husband liked her sister more than her anymore. She doesn't remember doing anything… yeah right. I don't know if even I: the great Billy Flinn, can sell that to a jury (well not without using some actual money, and Mary Sunshines' monthly payments already hurt the bank.) Maybe taking on Roxie isn't the worst idea. It's a case I could easily win.
I GOT IT! Jazz and liquor leads to good girls fall… or something like this. Now to make Roxie the perfect defendant.
Wow, what an amazing piece of history. I bet no one has seen this before.