The whirring stage lights blared behind Melody , as teetered her stilettos away from the stage and towards the back rooms. Victor had just whispered to her about a wealthy admirer back stage, eager for some alone time with the new dancer.

She slid discretely between the curtains, and turned to see a balding man, leering hungrily at her, reaching out for a touch. Melody leaned in close to him, his face inches from hers, and in one swift movement removed the knife nestled under her bra’s underwire and jerked it across his throat.

Looking down at his wide eyes and jerking body, whispered into the mic in her necklace, “It’s done”.