"R is for Rhoda consumed by a fire"
Rhoda, so much faith, more than anyone who wishes to be a performer, not just simply known as: a street performer, but the big ones. The ones that would be in the limelight, the ones that travel more, getting their name out there, doing something surreal to most and downright dangerous. The title of this kind of performer is a daredevil for most, or maybe a risk taker.
In cases of how far it could go, to entertaining the audience. So much pressure that could end it all, ending it all on how well it can end, wanting to wow. That's how it goes, to wow everything it goes. Tensing the shoulders like that, having the blood drowning out the noises around them, and who knows what else. It is all about tension. Going back to that main fact now, this is how Rhoda wanted to keep eyes on her.
Rhoda is craving that feeling of those eyes, wanting to be loved, young as she is, along with being foolish. Slipping up a new trick; that was possible last minute added, just again to wow people, who by the next days to come, will never remember. Wanting to be the next big thing, doesn't mean it is going to work out. Rhoda is just drowning, sinking so slow and quickly into the sea of fame.
That very fame, must have only lasted between her tossing a burning baton, couldn't catch it in time, as it nick her dress. A sweat drenched dress, that river down her powder makeup that was very sanative to flames. There is a good chance that Rhoda was given a warning, by her manger about these choices, but was ignored because the manger wasn't the star, trying to keep the fame.
How quickly the flames just wrapped around her, maybe at first she keeps her cool, and acts like this is how the show goes. Yet soon, the warmer it gets, the harder it is to keep it calm. Not long, Rhoda gives a scream, trying to keep the flames at bay. At first it works, but the flames keep going, she wonders where the help is, and they are coming.
It only feels like a century. She is saved, to breathe her last breath as the fire is tamed, but the smoke thick of her flesh taint, clogs her lungs during that breath. And to that, she did become a star finally, but the infamous kinds never go far.
Not in the reasons she was hoping for, as all she wanted to be was a star, die trying she did.