<div class="floatright">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/PatriciaBell.jpg)</div>The dressing room was small and one she would have to share.  Looking into the light framed mirror Veronica Bell checked her makeup and hair one last time.  A spritz of far too expensive perfume on her more than ample bosom was the final touch.  A knock on the door interrupted her pre-show ritual.  “Five minutes Miss Bell!”<br/><br/>It didn't matter how often she performed, the chance to be on stage always left her excited.  She could feel her pulse racing as she tried to take a calming breath.  Standing with practiced grace she tugged the dress to ensure it rested just so.  While she certainly wouldn't mind and doubted the customers would either, she didn't want it slipping down to give more of a show than planned.  It was her first time on stage here after all.<br/><br/>Hips swaying she moved through the cluttered and crowded back hall, occasionally pressing against the wall to keep out of the way of the rushing waitstaff.  The sound of the band soothed her somewhat.  They'd rehearsed together once already and she'd been amazed by their talent.  Though with prohibition bands really weren't in demand.  Alcohol and music seemed to just fit.  That crime added into the mix so easily didn't surprise her in the least.<br/><br/>Moving quietly to the Off Right wing she peeked through the curtain, trying to get a feel for the gathering crowd.  She was about to make her debut in Anchor Town, it had to be good.  Not only did she want to make a name for herself as a singer, she wanted to attract the eyes of those with money to spend.  They might as well spend it on her, after all.