Life in the Cooke County Jail
Chapter 2
Velma ran down the hotel stairs. Show biz was sorta like the postal service. Rain nor sleet nor snow nor hail (nor murder) could stop it. "Taxi!" She yelled. A taxi pulled up. "Take me to the Onyx." She said.
"What ever ya say.long as ya got the money." Said the driver with a sly grin. When they got to the Onyx Velma stepped out of the cab.
"Keep the change..." She looked at the driver's name. "Charlie." A sudden feeling of combined grief and rage struck her.
"Thanks!" Said Charlie as her drove off into the night. Velma started to walk into the Onyx when she saw a row of posters. Velma and Veronica.Themselves. Velma glared at the posters and ripped her sisters name off. She opened to the back door to the Onyx and a rush of familiar sounds surrounded her. The band warming up, the ventriloquist practicing, the stand up running through his lines.
"You're on in 5!" the director said to the comedian. "Velma!" "Where the hell ya been?" He looks around. "And where's Veronica?!"
"She's not herself tonight." Was Velma's grunted reply as she hurried to her dressing room.
"But people paid to see your sister act!" yelled the director.
"Don't sweat it I can do it alone!" Velma yelled back. She hurried into her dressing room and rummaged through her messily packed luggage. She sees the gun and slams it in a drawer. She looks at the blood on her hands. "Shit!" She runs to the sink and scrubs at her hands.
"You're on in 5!" the director yelled through the door. Velma hurriedly pulled on her costume.
"And now presenting Chicago's hottest show!" "Two jazz babes moving as one!" "The Onyx Theater is proud to present.The Kelly Sisters! Velma seemed to come up from the ground.
"Come on babe, why don't we paint the town?" "And all that jazz." The spotlight was on the empty space where her sister should be. Velma looks up at the lighting men. She tilts her head signaling them to move it. As she sung Velma's eyes landed on a blonde woman standing in the crowd. Her eyes never leaving Velma, she had a hungry, ambitious look in her eyes. A man came up behind her.
"Let's go babe."
"But I didn't meet your friend.that.that manager guy!
"Don't worry Roxie.it's all taken care of." He said in a deep voice.
"You told him about me?" The man nodded. As the music played on Velma noticed the cops come in. At the end of the song she added a new line. She sang with a definite smile playing on her lips.
"No, I'm no ones wife, but oh I love my life and all.that..jazz!" "That Jazz!"
Chapter 2
Velma ran down the hotel stairs. Show biz was sorta like the postal service. Rain nor sleet nor snow nor hail (nor murder) could stop it. "Taxi!" She yelled. A taxi pulled up. "Take me to the Onyx." She said.
"What ever ya say.long as ya got the money." Said the driver with a sly grin. When they got to the Onyx Velma stepped out of the cab.
"Keep the change..." She looked at the driver's name. "Charlie." A sudden feeling of combined grief and rage struck her.
"Thanks!" Said Charlie as her drove off into the night. Velma started to walk into the Onyx when she saw a row of posters. Velma and Veronica.Themselves. Velma glared at the posters and ripped her sisters name off. She opened to the back door to the Onyx and a rush of familiar sounds surrounded her. The band warming up, the ventriloquist practicing, the stand up running through his lines.
"You're on in 5!" the director said to the comedian. "Velma!" "Where the hell ya been?" He looks around. "And where's Veronica?!"
"She's not herself tonight." Was Velma's grunted reply as she hurried to her dressing room.
"But people paid to see your sister act!" yelled the director.
"Don't sweat it I can do it alone!" Velma yelled back. She hurried into her dressing room and rummaged through her messily packed luggage. She sees the gun and slams it in a drawer. She looks at the blood on her hands. "Shit!" She runs to the sink and scrubs at her hands.
"You're on in 5!" the director yelled through the door. Velma hurriedly pulled on her costume.
"And now presenting Chicago's hottest show!" "Two jazz babes moving as one!" "The Onyx Theater is proud to present.The Kelly Sisters! Velma seemed to come up from the ground.
"Come on babe, why don't we paint the town?" "And all that jazz." The spotlight was on the empty space where her sister should be. Velma looks up at the lighting men. She tilts her head signaling them to move it. As she sung Velma's eyes landed on a blonde woman standing in the crowd. Her eyes never leaving Velma, she had a hungry, ambitious look in her eyes. A man came up behind her.
"Let's go babe."
"But I didn't meet your friend.that.that manager guy!
"Don't worry Roxie.it's all taken care of." He said in a deep voice.
"You told him about me?" The man nodded. As the music played on Velma noticed the cops come in. At the end of the song she added a new line. She sang with a definite smile playing on her lips.
"No, I'm no ones wife, but oh I love my life and all.that..jazz!" "That Jazz!"