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my gosh, it was hilarious.”
    “Oh, for heaven’s
sake, Jason,” Laura interrupted, not amused. “Where was your security? I
thought they locked down your floors at the hotels. How did this happen?”
    “That’s the funny
part, Mom. That whole penthouse floor was ours. I mean, not just the five of us,
but the whole entourage. The band, the back-up singers, our lead group,
everybody. And we’ve got strict rules about who does and does not get on those
floors when we travel. But Frito, one of our tech guys, had met these two girls
after the show. You’ve gotta know Frito—he’s from some other planet. He can fix
any musical instrument as fast as any pit crew at Daytona. He’s incredible, but
when it comes to fans, he just doesn’t get it. He’s clueless.
    “So these girls
are flirting with him down at the Hard Rock after the show, and he’s just putty
in their hands. He’s falling for all their bull, thinking he’s just all that.
And all the while, they’re just scheming to get to us. Duh? Kids pull
this stuff everywhere we go. He should have known better, but he’s only been
with us a few months. He never had a clue how devious these kids can be. So
Frito soaks it all up, loving every minute of the attention these girls are
dishing him. He swears he never told them he was part of our crew. But I
guarantee they knew all about him long before that night. Knew just
where to scope him out after the show, the whole nine yards.
    “So they sweet talk
the old Frito Bandito,” Jason postured, imitating the girls, his voice in a
ridiculous falsetto. “‘We really love you, man. Pleeeease take us up to your
room—we just wanna hang with you, man!’ And Frito melts like butter on a hot
biscuit, and off they go. He sneaks them up the elevator—mind you, you have to
have a special key for that elevator. Then they hang out in his room for a few
minutes until he goes into his bathroom to take a leak—”
    “Jason—”
    “Sorry, Mom.” He winced
at Hannah then continued, never missing a beat. “He goes to relieve himself then comes out and guess what? Miracle upon miracle, they’re gone! Ya
think?”
    He stopped to
shove a generous fork full of ham into his mouth. Frank took the opportunity to
get a word in. “Your mother’s right, Jason. What good is your security if you
can’t even trust your own crew? You may need to think about getting a new
security team. And I hope you’ve disciplined this Frito guy.”
    “Oh, you could say
that. Gevin went ballistic. He was furious.”
    Hannah visualized Gevin
Michaels, oldest of Out of the Blue at 33, with a deep bass voice as
smooth as velvet. The decisive father-figure of the group, Gevin usually called
the shots when it came to organization and details, with the help of the
management team that oversaw their every move. Tall, with spiky black hair,
thick eyebrows, and a close-cropped beard, Gevin’s maturity was no hindrance to
even the youngest of fans. He had an equal number of “ Marry me, Gevin !” signs in every audience, just like the
others. He was also Jason’s cousin, nephew of Frank and Laura.
    “Gevin? I would
think Jackson would be the one who was upset,” Laura countered.
    “Jackson? Come on,
Mom. Jax? You know how he is. He loves all that attention. He’s still laughing
about it.”
    Hannah had always
adored Jackson Greer. The baby of the group, joining when he was only sixteen, Jackson
had all the right stuff: messy white-blond hair, cobalt blue eyes, a raspy
tenor voice with an endless range, and an outrageous sense of humor.
    Jason continued.
“Of course, I guess if Frito hadn’t come when he did and snatched them out of
there, Jackson might not be laughing. He would’ve been pretty ticked if they’d
gotten pictures of him in his nakeditity and sold them to the Enquirer .”
    “Well, hey,
inquiring minds want to know,” Hannah quoted.
    Jason paused then
smiled at the unexpected joke. “Well, Hannah, is that a fact? Would you like