Scars Of A Broken Bond

At the Golden Phoenix Performing Art Awards ceremony, Bettie’s afternoon was quite hectic.

Amidst the award presentations, various acts took the stage. In the public dressing room, Bettie was applying makeup to the backup dancers.

An assistant hurriedly approached, saying, “Bettie.”

“What?” Bettie replied, but her gaze remained fixed on the backup dancer’s face. Swiftly, she got to work with a brush in her hand.

“Bradley’s makeup specialist fell sick and had to be hospitalized. He needs you there right now. He has a rehearsal coming up, and there’s little time left.”

Bettie promptly packed up her makeup set, instructing, “You handle things here.”

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“Got it.”

organizing her makeup kit, Bettie headed to dressing

for two performers, one of whom was Bradley, as the assistant had mentioned, and

dressing room was open. Bettie knocked Lightly on

artist was

down for now. When’s his rehearsal?” Bettie then set

Oh, and here are the autographs

gesturing to some signed postcards. “Make sure to take

thank you.” Bettie opened the makeup box and took out some brushes. “I’m indebted to you for the other day.