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Title: After The Curtain Call
Summary: After a car accident Gabriella Montez and Sharpay Evans went missing. Most thought they were dead. Their friends found it hard to go on without them especially one person. But what if the two they missed so dearly came back and now live dangerous and mysterious lives. May sound odd but trust me it's going to be good. Hopefully.
Kay let's start:
Title: After The Curtain Call
Chapter 1
The blinding lights dimmed to a faint glow on the stage.
The audience became sunddenly silent.
A spotlight focused on a single chair in the center of the stage.
An attractive blonde wandered over to the chair and stood behind it.
A hat masked most of her face, a black overcoat graced her curvy figure and sexy black stillettoes completed her look. She grasped the back of the ebony leather chair with both hands and tapped her foot repeatedly. Her head snapped to the right of her and a shadow began to play a double bass. Her shoulders were swaying to the melody. The crowd stared at her, eyes wide, mouths ajar ahe knew what they were waiting for.
"I've never had a chance, now it's my turn to dance."
She sang slowly the words gently rolled out of her mouth and her voice carried through every ear in the room, sending chills through all those that heard it. However as she sang she felt a pain soar through her heart and her vision became blurred. For a split second she swore she could see two figures in front of her, a boy and a girl. Their voices drowned her own they were holding hands and running around the stage, knowing she was there, teasing her.
She soon realised she was no longer singing and regained her focus. She continued, remembering the words subconciously whilst running her hand seductively up her leg, revealing the rest of her lower body and her black and pink french underwear. An abrupt roar filled the space as the audience cheered. She was joined by four other girls wearing matching costume only in different colours. She turned shyly and unbuttoned her coat, she could feel the peering eyes as she gradually exsposed her own lingerie. The music was still playing and she was still singing, everyone was enchanted by the blonde-haired beauty.
She glanced around the room with her chocolate brown eyes, she spotted a pretty brunnette waitress, a fimiliar face, someone she knew. She grinned, their eyes met, the brunnette knew what this meant and disappeared, out of sight. The blonde stepped to the side of the chair and sat she began flowing through the bewitching choreography to the awe-struck crowd. Wolf whistles and yells of encouragement could constanly be heard throughout her routine.The band beat was filling her head but her mind was on one thing.
Finally the brunnette returned, she signalled to the girl on stage, her arms bearing a cardboard box. The blonde clicked her fingers and the curtains fell concealing the dancers. She heard the disappointed boos from the people on the other side but she didn't care much for them. She ran clumsily in her heels to the exit leading to the bar. She grabbed her coat that she'd slung to the edge of the stage during the performance and yanked it on.
Meeting up with the waitress, they progressed to the main door of the Vanity Fair pub. As the door swung open a draft of cold air brushed against their bare legs and tinted their cheeks a light pink. The brunnette leant against the wall to catch her breath through the freezing weather, the blonde stood close. The one holding the box took out a small pen knife and cut the box open showing it's contents. Money. And lots of it. The blonde giggled excitedly and the brunnette let out an equally happy yelp of delight.
They hugged each other before stuffing their pockets with the cash and burning the box. They walked, arm in arm, down the darkened midnight street. A hop in their step and a smile from ear to ear.