Suddenly, Angela whisked herself off the seat and stood above the seated audience. Her face turned red with embarrassment as she shoved Arvin's shoulder away. "Go away! I don't want to sit with you! You're nothing but a bad guy!"

Despite her outburst, Arvin still felt a deep attraction for this woman, enough to disregard her entire uncouth reproach.

...

About ten minutes later, it was Angela's turn onstage, so she got up and left Arvin to his own devices. She power-walked to backstage in a fit watching Arvin, who removed himself and sat back at the front.

From his re-positioning, Nita got to see who Arvin had been sitting next to, and she was not pleased. She had danced for his reciprocation, but now she wasn't sure if he had even deigned to watch her performance.

People gradually lost their interest in the show since there were too many song and dance numbers. The host noticed their fatigue and hopped up onstage with renewed vigor in his tone as he announced the next act. It was just in time, too. "Next is Angela, from the Research and Development Department. Her show is entitled Little Chips Light Great Fires!"

Being that Angela was the gossip subject of the whole hospital right now, as well as Chuck's daughter, the room awoke in a stir of anticipation.

Angela sighed upon hearing the name of her show. She was not a talented girl and had spent a lot of time coming up with the name of the show!

Angela donned her white coat, dusted off her cap and mask, and traipsed onstage with all her equipment.

Two desks had been laid out onstage. The audience were rapt, if not a little confused.

What was Angela doing? they wondered.

The options were do a song or dance, and it was usually an excuse to wear one's most expensive dress; instead, Angela just wore her work clothes.

It could be her low-key personality, her independent spirit, or... her dedication to work.

That's what people like Nita would think, but in reality, Angela didn't actually think much about what to wear; the performance, instead, would speak for itself.

All the chemical solutions she prepared were very special. It was a laborious craft, but she would focus simply on how to extract each of them.

The ambient music began to play from somewhere deep behind the stage. Angela poured out one of the test-tubes onto both desks, and then poured out another beaker in a similar fashion, all the while holding the audience transfixed.

Then, she added one drop of the liquid which she herself had invented. Once she did this, something amazing started to happen.

Something, oozing around in the puddle she'd created from the two solutions, began to congeal. Something like a film of exquisite lotion, or a picture, was reflected on the white curtain at the top of the stage.copy right hot novel pub