This post is coming to you from the new Blogger interface, and it is a testament to my self-control that this post will contain no swearwords. . . instead, I'm going to get on with the R instalment of my round-the-world A-Z flash fiction. Today we're in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
Rio de Janeiro
Ines stormed through the dressing room door just in time to see Bianca and her posse sashay past Beatriz, with their usual sneers.
"Beatriz, what the hell are you thinking?" Ines yelled. "I heard you're not auditioning for the Carnaval parade. Is it true?"
"Yes," Beatriz said, tying her hair back.
"Are you crazy? It's practically a straight contest between you and Bianca. If you don't audition, she'll get it. Do you really want her dancing at the front of our parade?" Ines was almost in tears.
"If I audition, she might win it anyway," Beatriz said baldly. "But everyone knows she and I are the two best dancers in the troupe. If I don't audition," Beatriz went on, a sly smile creeping across her face, "then everyone will say 'Bianca only led the parade because Beatriz didn't audition.'"
"Oh. . ." Ines said. "Oh." She started to laugh. "You're good."
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