Summary: You get mad when they're not in their role. Drabble
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They scrambled, knocking, pushing. Hands tangled in bits of stage dressing, in a drag-out elbow fight.
It wasn't fair. Ivy never expected Carmen to give her a nose bleed.
The detective bent over, hand holding back blood. If she'd known how Carmen fought cornered, she'd have brought better backup to the crawl space.
From above, the next song began.
Who is this man? What sort of devil is he...
Two women groaned in almost perfect unison.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"It's just…"
Unison, "This play."
Eye contact was made of consideration, weighing.
"I'm not Valjean."
Ivy swallowed. "I'm not Javert."
"I see."