>>10386782As Colby leaves the stage, the crowd's heckling in her ears shakes her confidence. So does the stare of Miss USA's piercing blue eyes, staring into her soul. It can't escalate here; fighting NOW, in THIS dress, is absolutely out of the question: if Colby so much as draws back to throw a punch, there'll be two escapees from the upper balcony and possibly an opening in the lower gates as well. So instead, Colby is left to seethe and contemplate, if the crowd's reaction is any indication, that she's just been thoroughly outshined.
Colby's face brightens back at the table when she puts on her glasses and hears Amy's words of encouragement. And then, when she hears Amy's voice, SINGING, something melts inside her. She momentarily forgets about Miss USA, and about her own poor display, and gazes raptly through Amy's whole song, watching every movement in that clinging black dress, hanging on the sweet bends and turns of her voice. When it's over, Colby bolts to her feet again and cheers with as much vigor as her hoarse, drink-ravaged voice can manage.
>"YEAAAAH! AMYYYY!! WHOOOOOOO!! YOU WERE GREAT!!">>10387093But Colby's elation at Amy's performance is short-lived as Miss USA picks up the microphone again and hurls more insults that she is unable to answer. Not having a microphone herself, the only recourse Colby Jefferson has is to stew, seethe, and yell impotently from the crowd, where her voice is lost among a din of countless others.
>"BOOO!! MISS USA, YOU SUCK! YOU'RE A LIAR, THE YELLOW EMPRESS IS GONNA BEAT YOU!!"A member of club security discreetly approaches Amy Flame as she returns to their seat.
Security:
>"Pardon me, but is your friend going to be okay?"The security guard points to the yelling Colby and looks at her with a side-eye.
