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changing my fucking clothes. I could care less.” Roger speaks up from the back.
    “That’s probably because they won’t have anything in your size,” Jared says then busts out laughing.
    “I’m not fat, you fucktard! I’m big-boned. Fuck! My dick alone wouldn’t be able to fit into the bitch pants you wear.”
    “Sure, Roger,” Jared says to him, still laughing.
    “All right, children, knock it off.” I have to talk to them like this sometimes. I glance back over to Tristan, and he’s smiling a little. He’s so unbelievably attractive when he’s like this.
    We arrive at the location. These are warehouses? Detroit always comes to mind when thinking of warehouses. Like the Packard Plant. Actually, that’s not a bad idea. I’m going to have a little talk with Lux about setting some video shoots up in Motown.
    “So what’s going to happen now exactly?” I ask Tristan. “I mean… I— We’ve never done anything like this before.” Tristan pulls off his shades and his eyes are a little softer now.
    “There will be a stylist and photographers. That kind of shit. All you guys have to do is get ready, and they will direct the rest. If you have any ideas, make sure to let them know. Lux won’t be stopping by so that’s why I’m here to make sure it goes okay.”
    “Sounds easy,” Jared says.
    I climb out of the SUV and start walking over to meet up with Cory and Matt. They’re laughing at something Caleb just said.
    “You’s ready?” I asked them both. “Yeppers,” Matt says then looks down at me still trying to control his laughter. What the fuck did Caleb say that’s so funny? All of a sudden, I hear a very flamboyant voice in the background.
    “Hello, hello, hello!”
    This really tall, thin man with long, blonde hair comes out. He’s wearing black leather pants with a matching leather vest. He has a red bandana tied around his neck. He’s wearing heavy black eyeliner and his fingernails are painted dark red. Oh, boy! I hope the guys behave themselves, or I’m going to freak. I hurry up and turn around to face them, quietly speaking to them.
    “Better fucking behave yourselves!” I turn back on my heel. Tristan chuckled at my comment to the guys. He must know, when we go out in public sometimes, it is like a fucking zoo.
    “Ooh la la. You’re so fabulous! I’m Frankie. Frankie Heart.” He winks at me then embraces me in a big hug. Wow, okay?
    “And you must be my Sophia. And these are the boys, hmm?” They all look uncomfortable while Frankie checks them out. Roger and Jared are trying so hard not to laugh. Cory just has this confused look on his face, and poor Matt… Well, I don’t really think he knows what to think. Actually, I think Matt might be a little high when I get a better look at his face, what with his bloodshot eyes and all. “Give me names of da boys.” Frankie gestures his delicate hand to them.
    “Well, this handsome man right here is my drummer, Roger.” I smile and grab Roger’s hand to pull him closer. He seems to be dragging his feet a little. “Roger.” Frankie stretches out his delicate hand for Roger to grab. Roger takes his hand and shakes once firmly.
    “Ooh… Love the grip! Gotta hold onto them sticks tight, huh?” Frankie says teasingly. Everyone but Roger burst out laughing, even Tristan. Roger doesn’t know what to do or say but nod. “Yeah, I guess.” He’s trying not to be rude, and I can tell Frankie is just pulling his chain a little. “This is my bass player, Jared.” I nod over my shoulder to Jared. “Nice to meet you, Jared. OMG! I love your pants!” Now Roger starts wailing from laughing. Jared glares at him. I had to hurry up and change the subject fast before these two start ripping into each other. “This is Matt. He’s one of my guitarists.”
    “Charmed, I’m sure.” Frankie winks at Matt. Matt’s more of the pretty boy of the group, so he does this all-American smile at Frankie; and I thought Frankie was going to