I don't own Chicago or any of its characters it all belongs to Bob Fosse, This is one of my frist fics so please leave a comment below! Special thanks to MonumentForTheDead for giving me tips on writing, being a sweet person and sharing my love for this beautiful musical! Your the best!

Velma was lost. Well ok not really lost she knew where she was, she had lived here her whole life for gosh sake! But the kind of lost where as much as you can think about it you have no idea what you want in life.

Velma was walking downtown when something caught her eye. it was a bar. Not just any old bar, this was the bar that she and her sister used to perform at before they made it big on tour.

why not? I could use a drink. Velma thought to herself going in, pulling her silk robe up on her shoulders. The inside of the building was dark with red lighting as if it was a crime scene. how fitting Velma thought to herself taking a seat at the bar. "What can I get for you?" The bartender asked he was a big strong man with a black mustache. "gin and tonic. ice on the side"

"sure." He prepared her drink and handed her the glass and a cup full of ice. "why the ice on the side?" without missing a beat Velma said "it fits more booze in the glass, after the day I had I need this" The Bartender nodded in agreement "Smart girl" then he walked away. Velma took a sip, just as she remembered it tasted bitter and sharp as it when down.

A jazz band was up on stage playing, Velma didn't konw the song but it was fast and full of energy. She closed her eyes for a moment letting the music take her away So she could forget for just a moment where she was. Almost.

her mind wandered to Roxie Hart What was she doing now? She had always wanted to have her own act someday was she successful? Velma had no idea, She didn't take a liking to Roxie that much. She was stubborn and hotheaded very set in her ways too. The only thing Roxie failed to see was that being a star wasn't as easy as it looked. Velma laughed to herself as she remembered the day She met Roxie.

hey you get out of my chair!

who the hell do you think you are?

Roxie, this here is Velma Kelly

Velma Kelly? the Velma Kelly? oh god I read about you in the papers all the time!

Velma was so lost in the moment she almost didn't notice someone took the stool next to her.

She looked over to her right. it was a woman in a black dress and red hair, like Roxie's hair. is that? Velma thought to herself no. it couldn't be there's no way it could be...

Her thoughts trailed off as the women looked at her, her brown eyes Velma kenw those eyes all too well..

"Roxie?"