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.”

the No. 3 dressing

“Got it.”

Bettie

in the shared makeup room. It was reserved for two performers, one of whom

of the dressing room was open. Bettie knocked Lightly on it before entering.

saying, “We’re so grateful. Our makeup artist was suddenly taken ill with

coffee down for now. When’s his rehearsal?” Bettie then set the makeup box on

and

some signed postcards. “Make sure

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