Sorry it took so long to update, it's been pretty busy around here lately. Anyway, this is where the story starts getting interesting. I would have added a song I wrote for this chapter, but since songfics aren't allowed anymore, I didn't. Please read and review, and ENJOY!
Velma took great care in getting her make-up perfect for the act tonight. Roxie, on the other hand, was getting frustrated because Velma was taking so long.
"Vel, do ya mind? You're not the only one who has to get ready ya know?" Roxie yelled as she pounded on the bathroom door. Velma rolled her eyes and continued applying lipstick to her already full, lush lips.
"Rox, shut up. You take longer than I do to get ready!"
"Only 'cause you take so long to begin with! If you let me use the bathroom first, then I could get done quicker!" Roxie retorted, Velma again rolled her eyes.
After five more minutes, Velma finished and let Roxie in the bathroom. Roxie glared murder at her fellow hoofer as she squeezed through the narrow doorway and Velma. Velma gave her famous smirk and went to get her costume on.
"Roxie! Where's my costume?" Velma called, fumbling through drawers furiously.
"Up your ass," Roxie muttered, putting her make-up on.
"ROX!" Velma screamed.
"Velma, I don't know. Did you look in the closet?" Roxie asked.
"Yes, I looked in the closet and…never mind, I found it!" Velma called. Roxie rolled her eyes.
Once Velma had dressed and Roxie finished her make-up, they made their way to The Onyx, arriving five minutes before their act started. It was chaos backstage, stagehands were missing and some of the other acts hadn't arrived yet.
There was one girl who was there, but she wasn't supposed to be. This girl was looking for Velma Kelly and Roxie Hart. Making her way through the backstage, she found the dressing rooms. There was one, "Velma and Roxie", and she knew that was the one. She cautiously knocked on the door, no answer. She turned the doorknob and opened it, expecting to see Velma and Roxie getting ready, but instead she saw two empty chairs and clothing all over the place.
"Ladies and gentleman, put your hands together for Chicago's finest, those killer-dillers, Velma Kelly and Roxie Hart!" The girl heard the roar of the crowd as the music began playing; she knew she would have to wait until after the show to find Velma and Roxie.
The show was nothing short of amazing, Velma and Roxie in perfect unison, dancing all over the stage. The crowd was in awe of them, watching their every move, cheering and clapping whenever they performed a complicated dance move. Velma and Roxie soaked up the limelight, loving the attention of the men and women.
Backstage, in their dressing room, Velma was smoking and Roxie watched her in disgust.
"Good show, eh?" Velma said.
"Yeah. Vel, ya know those things can kill ya right?" Roxie said, fanning the smoke Velma blew in her direction.
"Why do you care? It's not like I'm gonna kick the bucket this very second right?" Velma retorted. Roxie raised an eyebrow.
"Well, excuse me for caring then," she snapped. Spending all day with Velma could really wear on your patience.
Velma was about to say something back, but a knock on their door stopped her.
"What do ya want?" She yelled.
"I want to speak with Velma Kelly and Roxie Hart," came the reply. Velma rolled her eyes.
"Hold on a sec," Roxie said, making her way towards the door. Roxie opened the door to see a young girl standing there, looking nervous.
"Who're you?" Velma asked, blowing more smoke.
"Giusi Carangi," the girl said, Velma raised an eyebrow.
"Gee-oo-si?" she asked, blowing another puff of smoke. The girl nodded.
"Yeah, Giusi."
"What do ya want from us, Carangi?" Velma asked, glancing at Roxie, who look baffled.
"I want to be part of your act."