Chapter 2- An Unexpected Stop
Later that night while driving back to Chicago in a bus, Velma dozed off into a dreamless sleep with a cushioned pad that covered and massaged her eyes. She was exhausted from the New York City performance, especially having three short acts and singing All That Jazz multiple times. Roxie however did not have an easy slumber. Many questions ran through her head. Questions about life, what she will do after their last at in Chicago, but currently occupying her mind, who was that girl that gave her the letter? Roxie had no idea of the significance of what Emily meant. Nothing seems to be clear. In the middle of Roxie's questioning, the bus suddenly jerked hard and came to a complete stop, causing all of the luggage and suitcases to come crashing towards the ground. The stop caused Velma to awake from her sleep in a complete shock and edginess.
" What the hell is going on? Why did we stop?"
The small cowering bus driver, turned back at Velma, who was scratching her uncombed hair and looking rather agitated.
" I'm sorry Ms. Kelly, Ms.Hart. It appears that the tire must have blown out or something. I will go out and check on the matter. Hopefully, I can get what the bus needs to be repaired as soon as I can miss!" With that, he dashed out of the door of the bus with his limited tools and began right away. Velma gave a smirk and looked behind her seeing Roxie unaffected by their recent delay and seeming to be staring out of the window into a world of her own.
"Roxie! Hello, get out of Hart-land and give me a hand with these, I can't do this alone." Yelled Velma. How typical of her thought Roxie. Roxie looked back and gave a sly smile on her face and replied
" Right."
The two of them finally learned of how much stars can really carry a huge amount of luggage when they slowly picked up each suitcase that was in the aisle. About twenty suitcases filled, not to mention the ten different hatboxes. They placed each of the tiny little burdens onto the shelf above the seats, this time, making sure that the twenty plus will not tumble down towards them again. After putting the last of them up, Velma eyed on the hanging paper from Roxie's midnight blue robe.
A/n:: sorry for the delay! Hope you enjoy.
Later that night while driving back to Chicago in a bus, Velma dozed off into a dreamless sleep with a cushioned pad that covered and massaged her eyes. She was exhausted from the New York City performance, especially having three short acts and singing All That Jazz multiple times. Roxie however did not have an easy slumber. Many questions ran through her head. Questions about life, what she will do after their last at in Chicago, but currently occupying her mind, who was that girl that gave her the letter? Roxie had no idea of the significance of what Emily meant. Nothing seems to be clear. In the middle of Roxie's questioning, the bus suddenly jerked hard and came to a complete stop, causing all of the luggage and suitcases to come crashing towards the ground. The stop caused Velma to awake from her sleep in a complete shock and edginess.
" What the hell is going on? Why did we stop?"
The small cowering bus driver, turned back at Velma, who was scratching her uncombed hair and looking rather agitated.
" I'm sorry Ms. Kelly, Ms.Hart. It appears that the tire must have blown out or something. I will go out and check on the matter. Hopefully, I can get what the bus needs to be repaired as soon as I can miss!" With that, he dashed out of the door of the bus with his limited tools and began right away. Velma gave a smirk and looked behind her seeing Roxie unaffected by their recent delay and seeming to be staring out of the window into a world of her own.
"Roxie! Hello, get out of Hart-land and give me a hand with these, I can't do this alone." Yelled Velma. How typical of her thought Roxie. Roxie looked back and gave a sly smile on her face and replied
" Right."
The two of them finally learned of how much stars can really carry a huge amount of luggage when they slowly picked up each suitcase that was in the aisle. About twenty suitcases filled, not to mention the ten different hatboxes. They placed each of the tiny little burdens onto the shelf above the seats, this time, making sure that the twenty plus will not tumble down towards them again. After putting the last of them up, Velma eyed on the hanging paper from Roxie's midnight blue robe.
A/n:: sorry for the delay! Hope you enjoy.