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me.”
    “No.”
    “Avalon, look at me.”
                  I lowered my gaze, but only to snap, “Oh, now who’s being parental?!”
                  Blaise laughed. “Come on. You know you’re not really angry anymore.”
                  “Oh yeah? Why’s that exactly?” I stepped into the room all the way and closed the door behind me. I had a feeling things were about to get interesting. I certainly intended to make them that way.
                  “Because. You have to forgive me. It’s written in the contract.”
                  I snorted. “That is such bullshit.”
                  “It’s not bullshit. Did you read the fine print? Trust me, I covered all my bases to make sure you could never leave me. That’s in there too by the way.” His charm didn’t tend to work on me, but damn I could see why he never left a room alone.
                  “Look Blaise. You’re a dick. Shocker as this may be to you, I’ve known it for quite some time. So, yeah, I forgive you because that’s part of the deal. It’s not in the contract, but it’s what I signed up for when we became friends. I have to accept you, dick and all.”
                  He tilted his head to the side grinning at me and I felt a blaze light up my cheeks.
                  “Yeah, I heard the way it sounded, too. Whatever. You knew what I meant!” I turned to leave again. “Oh, and for the record, you’re not the only one with fine print in that contract. You ever decide to upgrade and ditch me, I get half of everything.” The door pulled shut behind me before he had a chance to answer.
                  I hurried down the long corridor. I only had one guy left to check on, when I ran into Gary, the stage manager.
                  “Your boys ready? The crowd out there is getting antsy.”
                  “Just about. How long before they go on?”
                  He checked his watch, something he seemed to do every ten or fifteen seconds. “Seven minutes left on the opening act.  Then Finding Nolan is up.”
                  I nodded. “Perfect.”
                  I waited, silently counting to ten in my head. Gary glanced down at his watch again. I could move on happily.
                  “Yo.” I popped my head into Angel’s dressing room. He was busy beating his drumsticks on a small coffee table.
                  “Is it time?” He was already half off of the sofa.
                  “Not yet. Seven minutes.” I crinkled my nose. The smell of his incense burning made me want to sneeze. I loathed the smell of it, but Angel insisted it helped him relax before performing. Of all the guys, Angel had battled the worst with stage fright since they’d first started the band seven years ago.
                  “Oh.” He plopped back into his seat and resumed his drumming.
                  “Did you need anything else before you go on? Shot of Jack? Xanax?”
                  He grinned. “You got either of those on hand?”
                  “No, but I can get ‘em. This is rock and roll, baby, where booze and drugs are easier to get than bread and water.” I hadn’t personally shopped around, but I’d seen Blaise acquire both time after time in the blink of an eye.
                  “I think I’ll pass, but thanks.” Judging by his appearance which had a whole Lenny Kravitz thing going on – the dreads era - his behavior, and his obvious musical skills, Angel came across as your typical rocker through and through. But his secondary passion was health and fitness, so excessive booze and drugs were out for this drummer boy. Had always been. It was nice. Especially in the early years when the band had just started learning the ropes and ‘enhanced’ party