A/N: Sorry Sorry Sorry!!! I have only just got round to updating because our internet has been down, I have had loads of essays, and it's been Christmas….and all the same old excuses lol. I won't bore you with the details but I hope you like the new chapter!! Happy New Year!!
(This chapter is dedicated to all those affected by the devastating tsunami that hit South East Asia on Boxing Day. May God rest your souls)
'Where the hell have you been Velma? And where's Veronica?'
'Good question! Well if you really wanna know, she's back at the hotel lying in a pool of her own blood. Oh but she's got Charlie to keep her company, so I wouldn't worry…' thought Velma as she flashed the stage manager a smile through gritted teeth.
'Look, I can do it myself. I don't need Veronica to hold my hand all the time..' she shouted as she ran up the wooden staircase. She gave one last sultry look down the gloomy hall before slamming the door shut.
The spotlights sent her dress sparkling and glittering through the smoky haze, and she still had that dark gleam in her eye, as always. With every movement, she sent a ripple of pleasure through the darkness, and a surge of pain through the memory of Veronica.
'This is what I was born to do! '
Spin, roll, slide
'I was born to sashay across a stage,'
Kick, twirl, glide
'to sing my lungs out to the heavens,'
Leap, twist, ride
'and to dazzle a crowd!'
Her dark hair fluttered above her open mouth, as she was lifted into the air. Strong hands caressed her hips as she was sent spiralling back down to the stage, and foreign bodies moved against her own. This is what she wanted, this is what she'd dreamed for! Passion, lust, liquor…but above all…Jazz.