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 headed to dressing room No.

room. It was reserved for two performers, one of whom was Bradley, as the assistant had mentioned,

on it before entering. She approached Bradley, who was sitting before

her a steaming cup of coffee, saying, “We’re so grateful. Our makeup artist was suddenly taken ill with stomach pains and had

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

about an hour. Oh, and

to some signed postcards.

some brushes. “I’m indebted to you for the