Cold Shoulder

The Big Night had finally arrived. The night of the Golden Star Awards for Achievement in the Year 1941. And to her great delight (and the chagrin of those she'd snubbed on her way up), Madra Lord was a nominee for Best Actress in Deep Devotion.

This evening was something that Madra Lord had counted on for months to ease her flagging spirits. As she nestled back into her chair at the huge round table, so nicely reserved for the Monolithic crowd by the Studio itself, she mulled over the past year. Not only had she been upstaged at the New York premiere of Deep Devotion by that upstart Gene Marshall, she had had to sit by with a broken leg while Gene finished Madra's movie, Blond Lace, and garnered all kinds of praise; why, last year, she'd even been "Foyled" by Ginger What's-her-name at the BIG Awards.

But, by Godfrey, this was HER year!! HER award!!

It felt to Madra that the evening dragged on and on. She dared not leave her seat, for she had checked with the spotlight man before the dinner and told him EXACTLY where to point the beam when Best Actress was announced. Chilled with anticipation, she kept pulling her stole over her bare shoulder, only to have it slip again every time she leaned forward to hear the presenters.

Finally-Best Actress. A long deep breath. The envelope was opened. And...

And this time, when her wrap fell, Madra left it there. It was HER turn to feel the cold shoulder's chill.

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