Alice Monologue

Though the club opened at eight o'clock, we arrive half an hour later. A line of people waiting to enter the club stretches far along the side of the building. The cheer and screams are almost deafening once we exit the taxi. Angelo smiles and waves as they call over to him. I turn my confounded expression towards Alice and ask, “Are we at some rock concert? They're going wild over him.”
She chuckles. “Angelo's famous, what more can I say?”
Angelo slips his hand inside mine as he leads us through the front doors, greeting the two bouncers, dressed in black suits as we pass by. They appear friendly enough, but I'm told they have a viscous temper when provoked. Once inside, I find the club almost unrecognisable. Two blonde twin girls sit in

I ignore Alice's glare that she focuses on me, or possibly Angelo. Instead, I turn my face to rest my cheek against Angelo's shoulder, and inhale his intoxicating scent, becoming drunk from it. A kaleidoscope of butterflies invades my stomach the moment he turns his face towards mine, our noses touching. I gaze through my lashes, straight into the ocean pools, where I become lost to the world, as I allow myself to become enthralled by his magic. He brushes his lips against my ear, caressing the softness of my skin while his hot breath flows down my neck. “Frankie will introduce you soon. Are you going to sing that song for me again?”
My heart flutters around my chest like a hummingbird; my breath becomes heavy, making me dizzy almost; my eyes flutter closed as I lose myself in this moment with Angelo, no longer caring that I've become part of the majority, one of Angelo's long list of

Sweat forms in my palms. However, I'm smart enough to not wipe them on my dress this time. Instead, I massage my hands together, allowing my skin to absorb the excess moisture. All too soon, I'm beside Frankie; though I gaze at him, I continue focusing on my breathing to calm my jittering nerves. The spotlight's glare hides the crowd from my view, helping to calm myself a little easier. Frankie gives me a wink before exiting the stage, my cue to begin. As I clutch hold of the microphone, I sweep my eyes across the room until they find Alice, who tucked herself in the corner of the sofa, beside Angelo, to face me. No longer is she's angry or glaring at me. In fact, she's smiling, giggling, cheering me on with silent gestures. She holds my gaze as I sing, delivering her strength to help me through the