Chapter 5- The Announcement
Blurred images appeared to Roxie, the light stunned her eyes and bell- like rings sounded in her ears. After several seconds, the blurred images were becoming clearer in vision and the first image that came was Velma, her long time partner in crime.
"Uh. wher. where am I?" Roxie said.
"You're at the hospital. You collapsed in your room last night and I found you on the floor like a piece of tree bark."
" But what about the finale?! Our act is tonight! I have to be preparing for it! I have to get out of here!" Roxie acclaimed. She steadily tried to get up from her bed but did not have the energy and plopped down to her pillow again, gasping for air.
" Whoa, take it easy. I don't want you to collapse on stage. It's better if you got some rest. After all, don't want to go out in a blaze of glory like this. I've talked with the manager and told him that our act will be rescheduled. It's not that important anyways." Velma's replied holding up a newspaper reading ' Infamous Two-Some Finale postponed.'
" But the show."
" Don't worry about it! It's better this way. Now get some rest. I don't want you to pass out randomly again." Roxie looked out of her room window and saw the busy people buying copies of the Chicago newspaper. She sighed at the sight and placed her hand on her chain. Velma noticed Roxie's change of mood ever since the reading of Amos' s letter four nights ago and something really bothered Roxie in her heart. Her eyes were soft, yet full of sorrow. Her breathing was irregular and sweat drops dripped off her forehead.
" Don't fret about it. I'm sure that he meant good to come out of that letter. He would never wanted to hear you unhappy." Roxie turned her head at Velma. She gave stern glares at her and she felt her temper rise to a level she hadn't felt in years.
" What do you know about how I or he feels? You have no understanding of what I went through. You don't know shit, Velma. Leave me alone." Velma, remained at Roxie's side, un-moving and continuous staring still took place. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"
With that, Velma left the bitter-hearted Roxie for some time to think for herself. Outside of the room, Velma sat in the waiting room with a magazine in hand. Minutes later, the Chicago press stormed by and took numerous pictures of Velma, giving different poses for different photographers. Velma answered the various questions like " Is she dead?" "What is her condition?" and " Will the finale still be scheduled?" while Roxie remained in her room, isolated from the press and flashes for her own solitary purposes.
Blurred images appeared to Roxie, the light stunned her eyes and bell- like rings sounded in her ears. After several seconds, the blurred images were becoming clearer in vision and the first image that came was Velma, her long time partner in crime.
"Uh. wher. where am I?" Roxie said.
"You're at the hospital. You collapsed in your room last night and I found you on the floor like a piece of tree bark."
" But what about the finale?! Our act is tonight! I have to be preparing for it! I have to get out of here!" Roxie acclaimed. She steadily tried to get up from her bed but did not have the energy and plopped down to her pillow again, gasping for air.
" Whoa, take it easy. I don't want you to collapse on stage. It's better if you got some rest. After all, don't want to go out in a blaze of glory like this. I've talked with the manager and told him that our act will be rescheduled. It's not that important anyways." Velma's replied holding up a newspaper reading ' Infamous Two-Some Finale postponed.'
" But the show."
" Don't worry about it! It's better this way. Now get some rest. I don't want you to pass out randomly again." Roxie looked out of her room window and saw the busy people buying copies of the Chicago newspaper. She sighed at the sight and placed her hand on her chain. Velma noticed Roxie's change of mood ever since the reading of Amos' s letter four nights ago and something really bothered Roxie in her heart. Her eyes were soft, yet full of sorrow. Her breathing was irregular and sweat drops dripped off her forehead.
" Don't fret about it. I'm sure that he meant good to come out of that letter. He would never wanted to hear you unhappy." Roxie turned her head at Velma. She gave stern glares at her and she felt her temper rise to a level she hadn't felt in years.
" What do you know about how I or he feels? You have no understanding of what I went through. You don't know shit, Velma. Leave me alone." Velma, remained at Roxie's side, un-moving and continuous staring still took place. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"
With that, Velma left the bitter-hearted Roxie for some time to think for herself. Outside of the room, Velma sat in the waiting room with a magazine in hand. Minutes later, the Chicago press stormed by and took numerous pictures of Velma, giving different poses for different photographers. Velma answered the various questions like " Is she dead?" "What is her condition?" and " Will the finale still be scheduled?" while Roxie remained in her room, isolated from the press and flashes for her own solitary purposes.