Filtering through the applause as she had done so every night, Gwen made her way off the stage and back to her dressing room to bring her belongings back into her possession. Aside from the fact that her purse had been moved quite drastically from one side of the room to the other, she ignored it thinking perhaps someone was looking for lip gloss-as this happened quite often, before making her way to the side entrance of the club to go home. She had done this a near million times before, having chosen to bring an e-cigarette to her lips on this particular night due to the desire to light up a real one. It had been a long road of addictions for Gwen, and although it was something she hadn’t allowed herself to divulge in, it was a trial each and every day for her. But she was proud of hersel
