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all at the same time.  
    I looked around the back of the limo curiously.  I had never been in one before. I thought about Jett again, just as I had countlessly for the last three days. She must be used to all of this by now.
    The windows were almost black, and I watched as the city flew by in a tinted blur.  There was a small bar in the corner, with sparkling decanters full of liquor and shiny glasses.
    As always, the urge to have a drink washed over me.  I had started so early, taking drinks from my parents’ glasses before I was even ten years old.  I developed a taste for it quickly, and as time went by, I progressed from beer to liquor.  My parents never noticed, and I learned to love the way it dulled the pain of watching them ignore us every night.  
    Once I was locked up, it wasn’t as easy to find, but it certainly wasn’t impossible.  And once I went to prison with the adults, it was abundant. The adults were a lot more resourceful.  Hooch was a hot commodity amongst the prisoners, and easy to make.  I imbibed, often.  Until I finally came to my senses and decided freedom was a lot more important than being fucked up and getting in fights behind bars with a bunch of assholes.
    I was always tempted, and it wasn’t easy.  But, besides keeping me free, sobriety kept me sane. It was a struggle, sure, but so far I was winning.
    As we approached the arena where Jett was performing tonight, the crowd on the sidewalks slowly thickened until there was a steady stream of people filling every inch as they formed a line that stretched for blocks.  I knew Jett was popular, Ciara had told me she had several number one hits, but I didn’t pay much attention to stuff like that.  The sheer volume of people surprised me.  No wonder she had crazies after her.
    The limo made a few turns, and slid into an underground parking lot, through one security gate manned by a pimply faced teenager, and then stopped by an opened door that led into the building.  
    I got out, and the driver pulled my bag from the trunk.  He led me down a maze of hallways that were filled with people streaming past us.  When we reached the end of one of them, he stopped and handed me a laminate that said ‘All Access’ across a picture of Jett’s face and told me to wear it.  
    “This gives you full access.  Ms. Jett is in here,” he said, knocking on the door we were standing in front of.  There was a sign taped to it, with a big star and Jett’s name printed inside of it.  
    Quickly, the door was flung open and a petite girl with long brown hair, tortoise shelled glasses, and a clipboard in her hands stood there staring at us.  She took a long look at me, her eyes squinting as she took in my clothes.
    “Ms. Sam, this is Mr. Colton James.  Ms. Jett asked me to bring him back once he arrived.”
    “Oh. Yes, of course.  Thank you, King,” she replied, then stuck out her hand to me.  “I’m Sam, Jett’s assistant.  Nice to meet you.”
    I shook her hand, just as a loud voice yelled from behind her.
    “Colt!”  Jett pushed Sam aside, and flung herself at me, her arms snaking around me, pulling me into a big hug.  The smell of whiskey and perfume hit me all at once.  I hugged her back, both of us laughing.
    “Hey, girl,” I whispered in her ear, pulling her close and raising her off the ground.  “It’s fucking amazing to see you, Jett!”
    I put her back down and she beamed up at me.  Her apple green eyes were just as I remembered them, and I was locked in to her gaze. 
    “Everyone out! Now!”  The smile that spread across her face made me feel like I was thirteen again, sitting in the back of my Dad’s truck.  “I need a few minutes alone with Colt.”
    “But, Jett, your hair isn’t finished.”  Sam spoke at her side, watching us curiously.
    “I don’t give a fuck,” Jett said, her voice slightly slurring. “It’s fine.  Everyone get the fuck out, now, please!”
    Jett grabbed my hand, turned, and