Chapter 12: Practicing talent

Back in Creatropolis Mr. Supil was completely frustrated. He'd searched for the last few days but still couldn't find Stacy.

"Where could she be? She's not in any hotels, no shelters, nothing. Where is she?" He said to himself.

He paced around the apartment.

"And to think, after all I did for her. For the last eleven years, I fed her, I clothed her, and put I roof over her head."

He then sat down in his chair. He knew he couldn't go to the police about her, they'd probably connect the events with the time the police came to their home when she was a child.

"She must still be here, she's got no money of her own."

Then something hit him.

"No she wouldn't have, would she?"

He got his cane, and went to check the hospitals and morgues. Just in case.

At the Moon Theater the ladies had just arrived, and brought their dresses and swimsuits with them to keep at the theater. At the moment they were practicing the talents they'd be doing for the pageant.

Johnny and Gunter were there too, helping out. Johnny played classical music on the piano while Missy did her ballet routine. And Gunter was helping Rosita with her plate balancing routine. In her little rehearsal room, Stacy was trying to memorize the poem she picked out.

"A spring day, the sun warm rays shines down. A gentle breeze blows, and the...the...oh forgot again." said Stacy, as she looked back at the poem.

"Scent of grass and flowers, gotta remember."

Then there was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

Buster poked his head in the room.

"How's the poem coming Stacy?" he asked.

"Oh, Mr. Moon, it's slowly coming."

"Well keep practicing, you'll get it."

Stacy smiled, she'd never been encouraged before.

"I will."

"Great, keep up the good work."

And he closed the door. Stacy sighed lovingly yet quietly, she loved it when Buster talked to her.

Before the ladies left, they talked about what they'd do with the money if they won.

"I'd probably use it to treat myself to a new guitar." said Ash.

"That's a good one Ash, I might put the money into buying a new car. Norman and I have been talking about getting a new one." Rosita mentioned.

"I have no clue about what to do with a $1,000." Meena confessed.

"I'm sure you'll find some way to spend the money. I might use it to treat myself to a facelift." Ms. Crawly told her.

"I might use half to fix up my hotel, and the other half for me and Cassia." Missy piped up.

"I'd probably get myself a new pair of earrings, or a new dress, or shoes, or maybe I'll just buy it all." Nancy mentioned.

"What about you Stacy?" asked Rosita.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe look into getting an apartment." Stacy answered.

"Nice idea." Meena replied.

"Thanks, well I better get going." Stacy informed.

She was putting on her jacket, when Nancy noticed that Stacy had a healing bruise on her arm.

"Hey, Stacy, what happened to your arm?"

"Oh, that, it's nothing."

She quickly pulled on her jacket.

"It looks kinda serious." Rosita thought.

"Look, I bumped into a wall a while ago, you know I used to be a klutz. Now I gotta go, see you tomorrow." said Stacy, as she left.

The women looked at each other, and wondered what was Stacy hiding?

That's chapter 12, plz review