Belinda “Billie” Monroe
Quote; Expectation is the root of all heartache.
Model: Minka Kelly
Occupation: Casino Singer
Biography: Billie is no different to the many girls who live in Gotham City. Born into the not so wealthy part of the city, Billie grew up on rations of food, along with her sister and her parents. Her father, a gambling drunk, threw their money away on countless trip to casino's around the city, leaving her mother to try and look after Billie and her sister. When Billie turned 16, she began busking on the streets, singing for whatever money she could earn so that they didn't starve for the week. A couple of years later when Billie was 19, she was given the opportunity to earn more than enough for her family and she took it. Now, 3 years on, Billie is still a casino singer, recruited personally by Jack, earning her money by singing to the type men which she despises; men like her father. She longs to leave but knows that once you're in the casino business, its hard to get out and with a family to feed, she knows she doesn't have many other options.
Relationship status: single and up for anything that doesn't involve a relationship
1. Billie Monroe
2. Sarah Bright
3. Juliet Anderson
“Here you go kids.” I looked down at my plate and shook my head. 1 slice bread and a handful of beans. Looks like dad had spent the food money again. Looking up at my mother, I saw the tears in her eyes and I smiled at her.
“Thanks mum, this looks delicious.” She gave me a grateful smile and sat down opposite me and Katie. Tucking in, I ignored the growl of my starved stomach and ate what was on the plate, barely feeling full.
Hearing the lock on the door go, my father came stumbling in, bleary eyes and unsteady on his feet.
“Great, how much did you spend this time?” My father ignored my mother, pushing past her and heading for the fridge, taking a bottle of beer out of it and sitting down at the table. Shaking my head, I stood up and walked over to my mother, who was silently crying, putting an arm around her.
“Its okay, we'll be fine.” she shook her head in defeat.
“No we won't. It's no use. We have no money.” I glared in my father's direction.
“This is your fault we live like this.” My father glanced up and shrugged.
“So, its my money and I'll do what I like with it.” With that, he stood up and pushed past us again, flopping down on the sofa, snatching the remote of Katie. Katie stood up and went to her room, no doubt crying once again. Shaking my head, I walked over to the television and unplugged it, picking it up and walking towards my room.
“What are you doing?” I turned around, the television held tightly in my arms.
“well just like you spend 'your' money, its my television so I am taking it.” He stared at me but gave no reply, so I turned around and entered my room, placing the tele on my bed. Hearing footsteps at my door, I saw my mother standing there. Smiling, she walked over to me and gave me a big hug.
“Thank you. We're gonna get through this, I know it.” I nodded in reply and hugged her back tightly. She was right. We were gonna make it through this, even if I had to sell my soul.
“Billie, you're up next darling.” I looked at him through the mirror and smiled.
“Thanks, i'll be there in a minute.” He nodded and left my dressing room. Smiling at the picture of my mother, katie and me all smiling happily, I picked up my phone and dialled home.
“Hey mum, how are you?” I could the joy in her voice as she replied, talking about how she was doing in her new job and how Katie was getting on in school.
“I'll have to come visit sometime when I have time off. Okay, well I have to go but tell Katie I love her and I love you too. See you soon.” I hung up and stood up from my chair, walking out of my room and down the corridor, towards the lounge.
“There you are, hurry up darling.” I took a deep breath and walked onto the stage, a small applause greeting me. Eyeing the crowd of drunken gamblers, I grimaced but then froze as I saw my father's face appear in the shadows. He gave me a curious look but I shook my head and smiled, grabbing hold of the microphone, ready to sing my heart out for people who wouldn't remember in the morning.