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when he’s writing them.”
    “ Or… I have the success of the band in mind,” Yoshi jumped in, his eyebrows pulling. “And may I add that every award this band has won has been for a song I wrote.”
    “I’m just saying. When a man wants a woman around this badly —” Noodle motioned to Adam “—he will always find a way.”
    The bus driver whistled, catching everyone’s attention. “Sorry, Adam, but we’ve really gotta get going if we’re going to stay on schedule. We’re already off by two hours.”
    Adam took a deep breath and stood. His green eyes searched Shaun’s for several moments, and then his head fell. “I’ll walk you up,” he whispered.
    After Shaun gave everyone quick hugs and kisses good-bye, she and Adam stumbled off the bus and onto the bustling street of her New York City neighborhood. The fans who had been tailing the bus instantly made their presence known, screaming Adam’s name. Some of them even screamed Shaun’s.
    “Does Shaun’s building have security?” Jon asked.
    “I hope so.” Yoshi laughed.
     
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    Once the band arrived at Splash Nightclub in Center City, Philadelphia, it was well past midnight. If the zooming purple strobe lights, sonorous hip-hop music, and grinding young bodies surrounding them were any indication, the party had just gotten started.
    All activity came to a halt as one eye after another landed on Adam, who led the group, right behind the club promoter guiding them to their table. Aria smirked at the familiar gleam of awe in their eyes as they took Adam in. Burly security guards flanked the band, but even they weren’t enough to keep silver and gold-bangled arms from slipping in to sneak a touch of Adam, Yoshi, and Noodle.
    Noodle tossed winks and smiles at the groping hands, offering his chest to every manicured claw snatching at his black T-shirt.
    Aria took up the rear of the group, tightening her fingers around Yoshi’s as he held her close to his body. She adjusted her sleeveless black midi dress, which fell past her knees, leaving just an inch of space between the hem and her black combat boots. When she realized she was already getting hot amidst the shoulder-to-shoulder club-goers, she wished she hadn’t let her mid-back-length afro out of its rubber band for the night.
    Even with security guarding them at every angle, Yoshi still held her close, making sure his body was always shielding hers. He was so close that all she could see was the back of his strong, bronzed neck and the dusting of black hair peeking out from his backward baseball cap. Whenever she accidentally bumped him and tried to take a step back, he’d tug her in again without even looking at her, knowing how easy it was for an unfamiliar face to become disconnected from the group.
    Aria’s head flew to her left in shock when she heard her name being screamed from the crowd. She was always surprised when the fans knew her. Some of The White Keys’ fans were die-hard, however, and didn’t just know the names of the band, but their road crew as well. Even some of the security guards had fan followings. She wondered what it was like to be so well known that even the people who worked for you became famous by association.
    She smiled in the direction of the person calling her name, allowing Yoshi to help her up the steps once the group arrived at their table. It was located in an elevated booth that overlooked the bumping club and was connected to a private balcony. The towering Center City skyscrapers winked from the tall windows.
    She tried to sit in the booth, her fingers still locked around Yoshi’s, and was surprised when he kept a hold of her hand and pulled her back to her feet, dragging her after him onto the balcony.
    She let him, waiting until they were both leaning on the railing outside, the cold night air biting their cheeks, to tilt her head at him. “Half-naked cocktail servers, house music, every assortment of liquor known to man, and you bypassed all of