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taught that if you want something you've got to
sacrifice for it. You can't just go on an audition, sing, and
expect doors are going to open up for you because you're talented. Fuck talent! It's not about talent. It's about hard work.
I'm tired of being a tool to help deceive kids like that. And
besides, there's more to life than selling songs. I think I've sold
enough."
    I think this is the moment I truly fall in
love with Damien Cage.
    "So what do you think of that, Annika Spenser
from MiamiImproper.com ?" he says.
    "Wow," I say. "Cool."
    Shit, that speech made me a mound of goo.
    Come on, Annika! Get it together! Ask
something smart!
    "So," I say, "what is it you want to do
next?"
    "Excuse me," says Jasmine. "Damien, I can't
let you do this. You're going to ruin everything."
    "Jaz, go jerk off your big uncut cock," says
Damien.
    "Fuck you, Damien."
    Jasmine stands up, grabs her laptop, and
turns to me.
    "My apologies, Annika," she says. "Pleasure
to meet you."
    She storms off toward the house.
    Oh God, I'm alone with Damien Cage!
    I gulp.
    "I love her," he says, "but she doesn't get
it. I want to make an impact on the world, not just sing
songs."
    "I get it," I say. "You want to give back.
You want to inspire."
    "Yes! I want to show people how it's really
done. Get them off their ass, away from the XBox and YouTube, and
stop complaining that the world isn't giving them enough. I want to
teach them how to go take it themselves! Without anyone else's
permission."
    "Well, I, for one, love it."
    Damien Cage stares at me. And when I say
stares at me, I mean he cuts a laser into my brain.
    "Do you, Annika Spenser from MiamiImproper.com ? Do you really? Or are you just saying
that to get a scoop?"
    My brain goes into overdrive thinking of
something to prove to him I believe in him.
    It finds something tucked away in a file in a
back cabinet where I shoved it years ago.
    "My dad," I say. "He ran for local office.
Wanted to be mayor of Coral Gables. But he never wanted to work for
it. He thought his ideas were enough. He would give a speech and
then figure everybody was going to vote for him because he 'nailed it. ' But he lost because he wasn't willing to go to
the next venue and give the same speech again. Then get up early in
the morning and give the same speech again. Then give the same
speech twenty more times in twenty more places the rest of the day.
If he had, he would have been mayor. Instead, he lost."
    Damien Cage continues to stare at me. God, I
can't believe I'm telling him this! He seems to really be
listening.
    "So what happened to your dad?" says
Damien.
    "He abandoned my mom and me," I say. "Built a
life of smoke and mirrors from afar. Convinced my mom he got rich
doing oil deals in Kuwait. She believes him. I don't."
    "Do you still see him?"
    "No. I told him off a couple years ago. In no
uncertain terms."
    Don't know why, but tears start to form in my
eyes. I reach into my purse.
    "You're hired," says Damien Cage.
    "Hired?" I say.
    "Yes, I want someone to write a book for me.
A book about life and winning. Part autobiography, part self-help.
And you're perfect for it."
    Holy shit.
    "Ummm..." I say.
    "Don't answer now. Come to my party this
Friday night," he says.
    Sweeter words were never spoken.
    "Oh, I don't know," I say. "I've heard about
your parties. I know what goes on."
    Damien Cage just smiles.
    "You don't have to go to the private show,"
he says. "Although I'm putting you on the list. But I'd like to see
you at the main one."
    Damien Cage's Friday night parties are
famously decadent. He converts the entire outdoor area into a
nightclub for the main party.
    At midnight, select guests go inside to watch
a private show. Nobody ever talks about what goes on at the private
show.
    Then he invites a handful of girls to join
his own private after-party in his lavish bedroom. And he
has a rule for any girls that attend the private after-party. A
rule that I'm not ready for yet.
    "I know about your rule," I