CHAPTER TWENTY- FIVE

Vicky walked into her van, pushing all the items off her vanity mirror. Her chest rose and fell in anger.

“How can they choose an amateur over me for the fifth time!” Vicky screamed

Vicky’s manager, Peter, walked in on the mess Vicky had made and said, “Vicky, get a hold of yourself.”

“How can I? When they are trying to make a fool of me,” Vicky said through gritted teeth.

“I warned you not to take these gigs,” Peter said as he shrugged his shoulders.

“I had