Chapter 4- Restless
"Shocking, isn't it? He still thinks of you." Said Velma, looking at her elongated nails. " If only Charlie had that much sympathy for me, he might have not been taken out." Roxie still stared at the letter. After all that I've done to him, he still thinks of me. Even after being a complete bitch to him, he still found the heart to forgive me thought Roxie. Throughout the rest of the drive after Marvin fixed the flat tire, Roxie became restless and was filled with guilt on their way back to Chicago. Many memories went through her head about the last tender moments she had spent with Amos.
The bus finally came to a stop three days later in Chicago, where the last act was to take place on the following day. Delirious and obviously tired, Roxie and Velma emerged from the bus, gave a short stretch, and heard towards their hotel rooms to rest for the day. Roxie again did not have the ability to sleep at all that night. All that she could do was listen to jazz music from the floor below and started to stare at herself into the mirror. She saw a monster staring back at her. One that was blinded by greed, envy, and fortune, Would I take all this back? She asked herself. No, but maybe if.. No! I've gotten this far because I did what I had to do! There was no other choice!
The rest of the night after her thoughts at her mirror, she began rehearsing her dance steps for the finale the next night. No matter how hard Roxie tried to get her steps right, she always had trouble. The buildup of mistakes began to take its toll and soon she became exhausted with the non-stop dancing and kicking. Something's not right she thought to herself. I usually get these steps down. All night she tried and tried, each attempt ended in failure. Finally, three hours later, Roxie finally collapsed to the floor knocking herself unconscious on the edge of her dresser. It wasn't until later that next morning at 8 that Velma saw Roxie limp and almost lifeless on the hotel floor.
"Shocking, isn't it? He still thinks of you." Said Velma, looking at her elongated nails. " If only Charlie had that much sympathy for me, he might have not been taken out." Roxie still stared at the letter. After all that I've done to him, he still thinks of me. Even after being a complete bitch to him, he still found the heart to forgive me thought Roxie. Throughout the rest of the drive after Marvin fixed the flat tire, Roxie became restless and was filled with guilt on their way back to Chicago. Many memories went through her head about the last tender moments she had spent with Amos.
The bus finally came to a stop three days later in Chicago, where the last act was to take place on the following day. Delirious and obviously tired, Roxie and Velma emerged from the bus, gave a short stretch, and heard towards their hotel rooms to rest for the day. Roxie again did not have the ability to sleep at all that night. All that she could do was listen to jazz music from the floor below and started to stare at herself into the mirror. She saw a monster staring back at her. One that was blinded by greed, envy, and fortune, Would I take all this back? She asked herself. No, but maybe if.. No! I've gotten this far because I did what I had to do! There was no other choice!
The rest of the night after her thoughts at her mirror, she began rehearsing her dance steps for the finale the next night. No matter how hard Roxie tried to get her steps right, she always had trouble. The buildup of mistakes began to take its toll and soon she became exhausted with the non-stop dancing and kicking. Something's not right she thought to herself. I usually get these steps down. All night she tried and tried, each attempt ended in failure. Finally, three hours later, Roxie finally collapsed to the floor knocking herself unconscious on the edge of her dresser. It wasn't until later that next morning at 8 that Velma saw Roxie limp and almost lifeless on the hotel floor.