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Out of all the people to give her even a slight glimmer of hope, Roxie was certain that Velma would probably be the least likely person in the entire world. So when she saw her standing in the back of the club, watching the audition that had failed miserably, all she could do was put on a strong front and use the last amount of her hope to hope that her façade wouldn’t waver.
And then Velma had offered her the opportunity to dance with her. Velma Kelly. The Velma Kelly. While she knew she was rather a washed up star at this point, the stint in jail having done nothing for her career in the end, she’d still been famous once, and that had to count for something.
Roxie let herself hope, she let that small light glimmer inside her for one brief moment. Velma wanted her for an act. Even though she hated the other woman with a passion, she still had to admit she would always be at least a little star struck. Not to mention the fact that the dark-haired woman was just all around stunning.
But she’d made herself reject it because there was just no way they’d be able to work together. She couldn’t let that hope last. It’d only make the crash back to earth hurt that much more.
Yet somehow, Velma’s velvety voice had drifted back to her ears. And the hate didn’t matter. And the hope swelled in her chest as she met the dark eyes. And she saw that same fire there that she saw in herself. They’d be good together.
And then Velma had offered her the opportunity to dance with her. Velma Kelly. The Velma Kelly. While she knew she was rather a washed up star at this point, the stint in jail having done nothing for her career in the end, she’d still been famous once, and that had to count for something.
Roxie let herself hope, she let that small light glimmer inside her for one brief moment. Velma wanted her for an act. Even though she hated the other woman with a passion, she still had to admit she would always be at least a little star struck. Not to mention the fact that the dark-haired woman was just all around stunning.
But she’d made herself reject it because there was just no way they’d be able to work together. She couldn’t let that hope last. It’d only make the crash back to earth hurt that much more.
Yet somehow, Velma’s velvety voice had drifted back to her ears. And the hate didn’t matter. And the hope swelled in her chest as she met the dark eyes. And she saw that same fire there that she saw in herself. They’d be good together.