It was over. Tina sighed in relief, inhaling the bouquet on
her dressing table. The last curtain on the last show. She was free, having
done everything her contract dictated. Walking out of this theatre, she would
embark on a new life, away from the spotlight.
Fingernails tickled her spine. She didn’t have to look to
the mirror to know Candace was unlacing her. The understudy had been everything
Tina could have asked for, making this drawn out obligation bearable.
“Where will you go?” Candace asked.
“Anywhere but here.”
“I don’t know how you can leave the stage.”
“You will.”
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