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but I suspect you’ll have to fight off a lot of girls for him.”
    I stared at her, wishing she hadn’t said that. I didn’t want to be single. I didn’t want girls fighting over me. I wanted to be hers .
    Sailor Moon was replaced by a girl in a tight, colorful dress. I couldn’t tell if it was a costume or just how she dressed. “My question is um…what was it really like being on The Sound ?”
    Give me a fucking break.
    I leaned forward, close to the mic. “Okay, I’m going to answer one more question about my band and that’s it, so listen up. Being on The Sound was an amazing experience and did great things for our band, but it was also the craziest and most stressful and exhausting month of my entire life. It’s awesome that so many of you are fans of the band, but this panel isn’t about that. We’re here to talk about Misfit Squad , so no more questions about the band or the show or my fucking personal life. You can come to our signing and ask me whatever you want there. But right now, someone needs to ask Tara a question.”
    So much for not swearing. I sat back and crossed my arms, and Tara gave me a reassuring smile. A huge chunk of the line left and went back to their seats, which made me even more annoyed. I hated that they’d made this about me and not about her, or what we’d created together.
    “Yes, please keep your questions focused on the book,” Christie said. She turned to the two of us, with a teasing smile. “Though I think we’re all wondering— is there something going on between you two?”
    Oh, shit.

CHAPTER THREE
TARA
    “S orry about that,” Hector said when the panel was over and we were leaving the room to head to our signing. “I didn’t realize they’d just want to ask about the show and all that.”
    Oh, thank god. I thought he was apologizing for that other question. But if he was ignoring it, then so was I. Especially after he’d so quickly denied that we were anything more than friends.
    Which was true, of course.
    “It’s okay,” I said. “I don’t mind. Your success with the band sold lots of copies of our book, so I can’t complain.”
    “Yeah, but I don’t want people to see Misfit Squad as ‘that graphic novel by the drummer in the band on The Sound .’ I want them to see it as this kick-ass book you wrote and I happened to do the art for.”
    “Why can’t it be both? If your band’s popularity introduced more people to our book, then that’s great. Really, I don’t mind. I think it’s good for us. It might mean we can do a fourth book, thanks to you.”
    He stopped in the middle of the busy hallway and turned to face me, his expression serious. “I just don’t want to steal your spotlight. When Jared and I were on The Sound, the show made it all about him and it drove me crazy. I don’t ever want to take this away from you.”
    I placed my hand on his forearm and smiled up at him. “You’re not. I promise.”
    His body relaxed and he nodded. I wasn’t sure why he was so worried about this, but it touched me that he cared so much. That he wanted this to be special for me. He had no idea that just meeting him in person had already made it special.
    We caught up with Miguel and he led us through a giant, bright room packed with people in costumes rushing around or taking photos of each other. Our signing table was against one wall and there was already an enormous line beside it. I should have expected it, with the huge turnout for the panel, but I was still blown away seeing so many people waiting for us. There had to be hundreds of them there, all waiting for our signatures.
    One end of the table had boxes with copies of Misfit Squad in it, ready to be sold to people in line. I’d brought special pens for our signing, pretty metallic ones in different colors, but Miguel also provided some boring, black Sharpies. As we sat, Hector picked one up and twirled it, like I’d seen him do with his drumsticks. He didn’t even look at the pen,