‘They’re ready for you beautiful!’ shouts the stage manager through her dressing room door.
Christ, my first arena gig and I’m sold out! Ivy thinks with ecstasy, as she snorts another line...of ecstasy.
‘Aaah!’ she hisses at herself in the heavily lit mirror, sniffing a glob of crystals down the back her left nostril and wincing with pleasure at the Drip’s aftertaste; she rubs her gums to make sure she gets all the expensive goodness.
‘Who’s the man?!’ Ivy shouts at her reflection.
She smashes the mirror with a numb fist as she feels the rush of the hit, ‘WOOOOOOO!’
Ivy thought of her ex fiancé briefly, wondering what he would do - providing she hadn’t killed the abusive coward three nights ago – if his drunken, feckless, fat ass could see her now...
...I’m so fucking glad he’s not alive to be here. She said to herself conclusively, winking at herself in the mirror.
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