She scrambled up the stairs to the stage, tripping on the last step. She could hear Mike crooning another Sinatra, cutting it short just as she face planted. "Hey Spikes, what's the big idea?!" She almost felt like crying right there, but fortunately Rosita stepped in.
"Mike! What do you think your-" It all trailed off, as she stood up and dusted herself off, heading back to the dressing rooms. The whole world moved in haze, there but… not. As she started to take her shirt off, she heard the door click. "Ash?" It was Rosita again.
"Oh, hey Rose. Didn't hear you come in." Her voice dripped with sadness, even though she was trying to look happy.
"Ash, what's going on?"
"It's nothing. It was just a long night and-"
"Don't lie to me. What happened?"
She could only look away, hoping that she'd leave her alone. "It's… I don't wanna talk about it."
"…"
Just then, Buster burst into the room. "Rosita! You and Gunter are up next!" As quickly as he had arrived he was gone, Rosita not far behind. As the door slammed, she could do nothing but stare into space. The events of the last 12 hours were still racing in her mind. Lance dumping her, the cheating… how long had that been going on for? She pulled out the glasses Becky had dropped as she kicked them out of their- her apartment. She looked them over. A pair of those stupid heart-shaped frame ones, the lenses tinted so darkly that she could barely see through them. She threw them against the wall, hoping the infernal things would break, but all they did was harmlessly bounce off, falling to the floor with a thud. The rush of anger having quickly subsided, she resumed changing into her stage outfit. She still couldn't get how Moon convinced her to wear the hideous thing. Every inch of the thing was covered in sequins, which had the added fun of falling off and getting into her quills. It almost hurt to look at the damn thing, it was so sparkly. Well, after Rosita, she was up. She'd better get ready...
