[ WP ] You are just a background character in a Musical

`` What do you know?! You're just a background character!'' She spewed those words with so much hate that I was legitimately terrified before kicking me in the shin. 
 
 `` What would a background character know of standing on stage as a main?! YOU WOULD N'T BECAUSE YOU ARE N'T! I am surprised you're still even here'' She snarled before breaking into a grin which prompted her bunch of cronies to agree with her. 
 
 I was on the verge of tears, being worked to the bone. Musical was all I ever wanted to do and all that I've ever known of. I have risen through the ranks from being in support to now having the chance of being a main character but this bitch came out of nowhere and stole the spotlight from me. Something about being from NYU Tisch or something. Bet the school also teaches her to suck dicks for roles. 
 
 `` Go crawl back into your hole you bitch, where talent-less people like you belong'' and with that she left. Sadness then rage took control. I steadied myself lest I collapse onto the floor, giving that bitch another reason to laugh at me. Oh how I wanted to kill her, but hey I do n't want to go to jail. 
 
 `` RACHELLE! Get over here!'' the manager yelled. I wiped the tears from my eyes and dutifully ran towards him. `` Rach, go on and prep the props for the show tonight'' he instructed without even looking at me. `` dipshit'' I muttered, before running off to the props department. 
 
 I carried the props half cursing, half trying to see my way in the dark when one of the rifle for the show fell. `` Fucking heavy things, if I've wanted to carry a rifle I would have joined the Marines'' I cursed under my breath. That's when I saw it, that bitch, Marianne and her on screen/off screen beau, Jordan having what was to be the most heated fight I've ever seen. 
 
 `` Screw you! I'd rather die than be with you'' She screamed. 
 
 `` Yeah?! I'll make sure I'll be the one doing the killing then! Fucking bitch'' He yelled as he stormed out of the dresser. 
 
 Both drama mamas, fought so loud, the whole theater came to a standstill for a minute before everyone started buzzing around doing their work again. 
 
 `` Damn Jordan's gon na be in deep shit for that threat'' I thought before hurrying my way backstage to the props room. 
 
 `` Alright everyone! Showtime is in 5, get into your positions!'' The manager yelled. 
 
 `` Jordan, here is your prop'' I smiled as I passed it to him. 
 
 `` Thanks Rach'' He repiled. 
 
 `` Break a leg'' I told him, before running off to my position. 
 
 40 minutes in and its time for the big scene where Jordan's character would make the mistake of shooting his lover which is of course that bitch Marianne. 
 
 `` HE IS A TRAITOR!'' Jordan screamed. 
 
 `` HE IS MY BROTHER AND I WILL PROTECT HIM WITH MY LIFE, IF IT MUST BE THEN KILL ME MY LORD!'' Marianne cried. 
 
 `` THEN I WILL! MY PEOPLE WILL NOT STAND FOR SUCH TREACHERY!'' and with tears in his eyes, he pulled the trigger. 
 
 Suddenly a blood curling scream filled the theater. I rushed out on stage in my costume to find Marianne on the floor, lifeless, like a rag-doll but only with bloody spewing out of where her heart once was. 
 
 I covered my mouth in shock and backed away from the scene, trying to grab hold to anything to steady myself before I faint. 
 
 Looking down, a small faint smile ran across my lips. I stifled that smile and clumsily walked out the back door of the theater, out into the fresh cool air of New York's December. I straighten my back and turned around before giving a final bow like at the end of a show, imaging the curtains closing to the standing ovation before standing upright again, walking towards the direction of the Hudson. 
 
 I buried my hands in my pocket, feeling for the cold brass of the blank round that was supposed to be in the rifle and ca n't help but letting out the widest grin ever. All those years of abuse by that bitch was all gone because of a single round through her cold black heart. I laughed as I tossed that blank round into the Hudson, bidding goodbye to everything that has happened in my life. 
 
 In the background, I can already hear sirens blaring, so typical of New York. I turned up my coat collar, tuck my neck in and gleefully walked away. 
 
 I mean, what do i know? After all, I am only but a background character.
