Chapter1- Divas and SandbagsThink of me, think of me fondly when weve said goodbye .. Onstage, a pixie like brunette was practicing an aria from our theatres latest production, The Phantom of the Opera. She had scored the lead role of Christine Daae and was working on the scene when the managers ask Christine to take over for Carlotta. Having no inane urge to act, I had decided to work on the hair and makeup technical team. At the moment, I was plaiting my friend Carolyns long hair into the trademark braided crown of Madame Giry. Even though she, at nineteen, was two years older than me, we were the best of friends. In my opinion she w
Just some boredom induced crapThis is just a part from something I'm typing out of sheer boredom..... "If we don't act now, the Poet will kill again and there will be more dead cops!" Eve paced the length of the office, back and forth repeatedly. This angry, outspoken woman hell bent on revenge was such a drastic change from the cool and reserved person that was known as the criminal psychologist in the precient. Commander Rourke watched the pacing, a worried frown on his face. Another officer, Sgt. Dave Thomas, sat in a chair across the room. His face was worn and haggard from the events of the past four days, though he knew that at the moment, Eve was dealing with wor
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