Trapped with a Doctor

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.

she added one drop of the liquid which she herself had invented. Once she

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. The color became darker and

had thoroughly captured the imagination of the audience. Angela took another beaker, and spread its contents on the table. Stars and moon appeared on the curtain. The audience were attentive, craning

an illumination of night

or stage-show trickery. It was only the result of

the front of the stage and spread something on

of the puddle on one side, a lick of flames burst out! But it was controlled, tamed,

at the first sign of danger, including Arvin; they

to come to shape within the pale red flames. A line, and another, and

on your

chance to applaud, Angela was taking out another beaker which she mixed in a transparent glass

like simple syrup, and the liquid in the jar began to boil and

of the jar in a pole. When it was about two meters high, Angela stepped on the ladder and poured another

sentence materialized before their eyes. "Wish

structure was limited to

out! Angela got down from the ladder and asked others to move

audience, but Angela didn't notice it. She continued

stage and it seemed that the stage was burning! Angela stood behind the wall of fire so that no

was extremely breathtaking!

of the stage, it was still the

audience couldn't calm down because they didn't understand what

excited and appreciative; they knew it was not real or harmful fire. It was a phantom fire serviced by some ingenious chemical concoction.

gave a deep look at Angela. What

They could go to hell. The real performance was

the end of the performance, two words appeared, and it said "Thank You". The fire finally

off stage to prepare for the

spread it on the desk. Suddenly, fireworks