Meet Florence Green. Dramatic, loud, and happy co-president of her school drama club. Enter Stage Right, extremely attractive, blue-eyed Quinn Baker. He's quiet, shy and just the right person for Florence to introduce to her theatre fanatic friends, and just in time for their new production of Chicago. But when things start to go wrong, and someone ends up dead, Florence begins to realize that maybe things aren't all normal with her blue-eyed friend.

(All the songs used in this do not belong to me unless otherwise stated, and of course all the rights for the songs/script in the musical Chicago go to the original writers.)


1. When The Days Are Cold (Introduction)

"Okay." Cynthia Brown placed her phone on the table in front of her and looked up at the teenagers on the stage with a somewhat forced smile. "One more time, then you can all go back to class."

Cynthia Brown was a tired woman. To be honest in that moment she would have liked nothing more than to have a steaming mug of coffee and a good bitch about her co-workers in the staffroom, but she had unfortunately made the decision to produce the school play this year (a rendition of Chicago) and Cynthia, being the determined woman she was, was going to see it through to the end.

The redhead she had cast as one of the leading woman bounced on her toes excitedly. "Florence, stop that." Cynthia snapped, and the redhead pouted and obeyed. "Musicians, didn't you hear me? From the top, first song, come on, quickly!" Slamming her hand on the table had the desired effect, and the teenagers ran to their positions quickly. The pianos started to play, the redhead looked considerably sultry and the boys looked... not exactly handsome, but dashing in their black outfits. Miss Brown tilted back in her seat, watching with an eagle eye and shouting occasional advice, like "Florence, stop grinning!" and "Bejamin, please try to keep your eyes on the audience!"

By the end, all the teens were annoyed and tired, except the redhead, who seemed to listen to all criticism given to her and then do her own thing anyway, a smile on her face the whole time.

Cynthia sighed, digging her fingers into her aching temples. "Okay, back here today after school, and we'll practice a few more songs- oh, and if anyone could find us a Fred Casely, it would be much appreciated!" She shouted, but the teenagers had already disappeared backstage to change back into their normal clothes.

Dear God, she desperately needed that coffee.

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