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so close to the dashboard now. Roger isn’t the slimmest one in the bunch (if you know what I mean,) and he’s very tall, too.
    We turn onto the freeway and head north. I have no idea where we’re going. The only parts of LA I’ve seen in the past month are the studio and the hotel. Yes, I know. I’m lame. The guys tried getting me out a couple times, but all I could focus on was doing my best job on the album. Roger and Jared started talking about some club they went to the other night.
    Reaching forward in my seat, I push the button for the radio. I really don’t want to hear about their sexcapades. Tristan glances down at my hand. I find a station that’s playing Alice in Chains, “Hole.” Great song. I’ve always loved ’90s rock music, especially those from ’94 and down. I turned it up a little louder when Roger started talking about some easy whore he slept with. Ugh! Guys are such pigs! That’s why I made sure never to be one of those girls. I’ve only been with a few guys and I’m proud of it. Like literally three. But I can say sometimes it was definitely tough.
    There’s something about Layne Stanley’s voice during this song that makes my nerves start to shiver. I look over to Tristan, and I noticed how he presses his right palm, rubbing up and down on his upper thigh. Just the little action of what Tristan does brings the image of his rough hands on my body. The thoughts of what could be are teasing my skin. Oh my god! Change thinking process now!
    I stared out at the freeway when, all of a sudden, I hear Tristan’s voice. “So… You like Alice and Chains, huh?” What is this? Is he actually being nice? It’s probably because Roger and Jared are in here so close. I look up at him real quick and notice his right hand combing through is thick, curly hair. He looks so damn hot right now. “Yeah” is the only thing I could get out of mouth right now. Damn, my stomach. He makes me so nervous. He glances down at me and uses his index finger to slide his sunglasses back into place on the bridge of his nose. I can’t keep staring at him, so I turn and gaze back out the window.
    “What other bands do you like?” Wait, is Tristan actually making conversation? That’s nice.
    “Well, I like pretty much alternative and rock. A few of my favorites are Deftones and Pantera, Avenged Sevenfold, In This Moment, and you guys… ” Why oh why did I just admit that? Shit. Shit. Now his head is going to be even bigger. I take a quick glance up at him. He has this little half smile playing on his lips. Wow! He is so hot wearing those aviator sunglasses, his wavy hair falling around his broad face, his tight gray T-shirt that compliments his muscular chest so perfectly… Mmm… Damn it! I have to stop letting my thoughts run away with me. I press my thighs together to stop the dull ache that’s been growing between my legs since I got into this damn car. That’s it! Roger has shotgun on the way back.
    We take a right toward our exit. “Well, thanks” was all that he said back to me saying that I liked their music. Okay? I guess? We’re at a stoplight now, and this gorgeous car pulls up next to us. I think it’s a Ferrari? Yeah, it has that dancing-looking horse emblem on the hood. Shit. When I actually notice it, there are a lot of nice cars around. I see one of these kinds of cars every once in a while back home, but rarely. Sports cars in Michigan equals not so good. One word: winter. As I’m thinking of all of this, Tristan pulls me out of my train of thought.
    “We’re about five minutes away now. There will be some costumes at the site. I think a stylist will be available if anyone needs help or anything.”
    “Wait. Like what kind of costumes? Halloween and shit?” Jared stupidly asks.
    “No. Unless you want to wear that shit. Basic shit you know? I think the only one with really any choices here is her.” Tristan uses his thumb and gestures toward me.
    “I tell you guys what. I’m not