Veronica

Veronica, stared hard at her iPad whilst questioning her existence. Where had she gone wrong?

She released a loud sigh and dragged herself backstage, careful not to make any noise— rehearsals had kicked off in full. They barely had a week to the play so they had to perfect everything today. That meant she had a lot of work on her plate. From making sure the casts perfected their role, to ensuring every outfit was perfect and, the stage was set.

One of the light bulbs was flickering and she wrote it down in her pad.

"Veronica, there's a problem." A blonde boy held out a box that contained some of the props.

"What's wrong?"

"The wings for the fairies are not enough. There's definitely one for the fairy queen but her entourage will stick out like a sore tumb."

The lights went off briefly and came back on.

"Oh, the lights are faulty." He pointed out.

No shit Sherlock. She cussed in her mind.