With a cell phone in hand, the redhead sat down. Chances to sit down in such a cramped room were rare, so she took every opportunity. She scrolls through the notifications tab with a look of indifference. Mentally she ranks from by urgency, checking them based on that scale, starting with her loved ones back at home.
A staff member gave her a five minute warning, dashing out the door to probably do the same for ten other musicians. His sudden departure brought her back to a familiar mindset. She turned the phone off, dropped it in a handbag and took a gulp of water from a plastic bottle. Energy drinks wouldn't be of much use to her, the dancers needed them more.
As much as she missed them, responding to her family would have to wait; the crowd was promised an encore and they were going to get one.
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Very Short Stories
General FictionA complication of mini shorts that I have written over the years, there may be spelling errors or grammar error, that's what I get for self publishing.
