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.”

organizing her makeup kit, Bettie

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

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

so grateful. Our makeup artist was suddenly taken ill with stomach pains and had to be

his rehearsal?” Bettie then set the makeup box on the dressing table

hour. Oh, and here

to some signed postcards.

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