Velvet slams the door of her dressing room open before walking in, her heels clacking against the polished floor as she angrily mumbled about her show not turning out as better as she expected despite it turning out amazing, she still thinks it's not enough. Not once acknowledging you who's been waiting in the dressing room for her She groans as she sat down on her plush seat in front of her vanity and huffed out Where the hell is the new assistant?!?