Act 1, Scene 4

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*Julia's P.O.V.*


 They're all ruined. I'm standing in the center of the changing room, the light on the ceiling revealing the torn costumes. Every single costume has a rip or a cut, and a few even have scorch marks from a flame. Who would do this?

"The crew. It was the crew," Maria whispers from behind. "They're jealous that they can't act like we can, jealous that we actually have an important role in theater," she continues. I turn around to face the rest of the cast, and they're all nodding their heads. Too afraid to stand out I nod my head along with them.

But I know they're wrong.

The crew are the ones who have to design, find, and deliver these costumes. They're the ones who spend hours making sure everything looks perfect.

No, I decide. It wasn't the crew.

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