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"Tell me everything you know about her."

"She's as hot as her name implies."

I wait, but he doesn't offer any more information."That's all you know?"

"Well.Yeah.She's the Star.I don't have the pocketbook to know more than that."

I nod and look out the window, then after a few moments, I ask."How much does she cost?"

Kip hits the brakes and slows down to a stop at the red light before he answers.He turns in the seat and looks me in the eye."You're looking to score with her?"

"Maybe."

He grins, then takes off again."I wish you luck, bro.I've never heard anyone talk about hitting that ho, but I know they do book her."He hits the blinker and pulls up to my house."Are you sure you don't want to ride with us?"

"I'm sure.I'll meet you at the club."

"Ask for Beverly."

"Will do.Thanks for the tour.You're doing a great job."

He grins, gives me a head nod, and I walk around to the trunk to retrieve my bag.I hoist it out, then slam the trunk, double-tap it, and he pulls away.

5

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Siri Wright

Aka Seary

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“Baby Girl, we have a birthday boy in the audience.”James, my stage manager, walks over to my costumes and flips through them absentmindedly.“Do you want to start with him?Or do him later?I’m going to let Red and Lola do the honors tonight.”He whirls around for my answer.

“Let’s do him first.Get the crowd involved early.”I turn to look at him as he walks over to me.“What do you think about throwing in a Surreal performance tonight?”

“Well,” he runs his fingers through my hair, “That depends on which one.”

“I feel like being Beyoncé.How about ‘Dance For You?’”

He smooths my hair while he thinks, then he spins around and heads out the door.“Yes, we can do that.I’ll set it up.”

Cat comes in before the door closes.“Are you doing a Surreal performance tonight?”

I laugh.“Does James have his game face on?”

She nods as she comes in.“Which one?”

“The first one.”I look at her in the mirror as she stands next to me.“I’m feeling nostalgic tonight.”

“Good nostalgic or bad nostalgic?”

I laugh.“Good nostalgic.I had a nightmare about being an accountant, and I was reminded I live a life others only dream of.”

She leans down to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.“Let me go tell Bart, so he can contact Beyoncé’s agent.”

At the door, she says, “How about you and me taking a spa day on Friday.We haven’t hung out as just friends in forever.”