<strong>Candle "Candy" Light -- Missing a slipper...</strong><br/><br/>There was, she knew, another slipper somewhere, one that looked just the one in her hand.  Candle was quite sure she had<em>just</em>had it, except "just" was at least an hour ago and before she had given into temptation.  She really had planned on waiting until after the show before lighting up a joint, but the little bugger had been sitting there on her vanity, just waiting for her.  Not that she remembered having left one there, especially not if Mikey or Rob decided to make a dressing room visit -- or, spirits forbid, Todd.  Sighing, Candle shoved a hand through her thick mane of tousled black curls and flung open her dressing room door, peeped out into what was the usual morning chaos.<br/><br/>"Has anyone seen my slipper?"  No response.  Candle pouted, cocked her head to the side.  "It's white and fluffy, has a small line pearls stitched in, a gorgeous three inch heel, and costs more than what you make in a week?  Anybody!"  That turned a few heads as her tone grew louder and had stage hands and technical crew looking at each other, then around the back area of the set as if the slipper would magically appear.  In the next few moments all tasks seemed to be dropped as Candy came out further and the<del>man</del>slipper hunt began.  Still, five minutes later, the heeled slipper hadn't been revealed and any thoughts of continuing the search were interrupted with:<br/><br/><em>"Where the bloody hell is my staff?!"</em><br/><br/>"Shit," she whispered, scrunched up her nose and couldn't help but smile as a couple of cameramen rolled their eyes at the EP's shout.  Ah, glorious Monday mornings!  Mikey really needed to get laid; this Monday morning routine was really starting to get old.  Tightening the sash on her new Chinese silk robe, yet one more gift that had appeared in her dressing room this morning (but at least this one she knew where it came from), Candle whirled back toward her dressing room.  One more hit was taken off the joint as she cast her eyes back over the space for the slipper, and just as she was already starting to forget what the meeting, Tony, the stage hand, timidly poked his head into the room and cleared his throat.<br/><br/>"Mikey wants nuts -- your nuts.  No!  Meeting.  Sorry.  He wants you there," he blurted out and then quickly ran off, headed for the next 'nut job' he could find before he had to see anymore of Candle's amused expression.<br/><br/>"I don't have nuts, Tony, I have tits!  And I sure as hell hope Mikey didn't come out of the 'straight' closet," the latter mutter under her breath as she, and the one slipped she still had in her hand, headed down to the production room, noted a few others also slipping in.  Deliberately she paused here and there in the vain search for her other slipped before she came sailing into the room and dropped gracefully into her chair, turned her pouty lips onto Mikey.<br/><br/>"Someone stole my slipper.  Fix it."<br/><br/>