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 herself had

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

the imagination of the audience. Angela took another beaker, and spread its contents on the table. Stars

was an illumination of night with stars and the

No lasers or stage-show trickery. It was only the result of some specially selected chemical solutions. People who were able to understand the chemical

Angela went to the front of the

a lick of flames burst out! But it was controlled, tamed, as if

including Arvin; they thought she had miscalculated and that Angela had made

wasn't. Subsequently, something began to come to shape within the pale red flames. A line, and another, and

your promotion,

out another beaker which she mixed

simple syrup, and the liquid in the

out of the jar in a pole. When it was about two meters high, Angela stepped on the

before their eyes. "Wish you a happy

limited to presenting

from the ladder and asked

but Angela didn't

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

performance was extremely

was still

audience couldn't calm down because

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

look at Angela. What a

go to hell. The real performance was the ingenuity of

and it said "Thank You".

everything off stage to prepare for the next act.

bottle and spread it on the desk. Suddenly, fireworks