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didn’t have to wonder if she really was hiding away from real life – she was too busy just dreaming. And in this dream, Tommy Seer seemed to have a kind of electricity that hummed around him, like he was
that much more
than the average guy. He was
that
compelling, even with that frown.
    The frown was an interesting touch, Jenna thought with a distant part of her mind, the part that wasn’t swooning over Tommy’s magnetic closeness. Usually her Tommy dreams concentrated more on the
he took one look at her and realized he loved her
angle. This was new. Not necessarily unpleasant or anything, but new.
    ‘Are you listening?’ he demanded.
    Funny, for some reason in her dream Jenna had given him an American accent. How weird. Everyone knew that Tommy Seer was British.
    ‘Uh, yes,’ Jenna said, playing along, because that meant she could keep
gazing
at him. She felt heat bloom across her cheeks. ‘I’m listening.’
And I love you.
    ‘We don’t want to play live,’ he said, his frown deepening as he regarded her steadily. ‘We never would have agreed to a live show. Not on Video TV. We’re just here to do the VJ thing.’
    Still an American accent.
    ‘Wow,’ Jenna said dreamily, without really meaning to speak. ‘It’s just so weird that you’re talking in an American accent.’
    Everyone in the room seemed to let out a collective sort of groan.
    ‘Yeah,’ Tommy said, his gaze going icy. ‘Weird.’
    ‘I told you to stay in character!’ Nick, supposedly the shy one, bellowed at top volume as he vibrated up and to his feet, fists clenched at his sides. ‘You arrogant prick!’
    Jenna had been so focused on Tommy that she’d neglected to pay attention to the rest of the band. Normally, this sort of dream cut them out altogether and spent delicious time on the
gazing
and Tommy’s immediate realization that Jenna and only Jenna could cure his lonely—
    ‘This is getting us nowhere,’ too-cool-for-school Sebastian said, except he didn’t sound cool at all. He sounded tense. Jittery. His knee was bouncing up and down and he was fingering his bright blond soul patch nervously. ‘We have to figure out what we’re going to do on the show.’
    Richie didn’t contribute to the discussion, as he was too busy idly playing with the back of Sebastian’s feathered mullet, an act that was quite evidently not in the least platonic. Not that Jenna had ever seen too many examples of any platonic running of fingers through hair, now that she thought about it. In her dream, for some reason, Sebastian and Richie, who’d given long interviews about their many women and their heterosexual whoring ways, were gay. Or, at any rate, together. Jenna didn’t know why she was surprised. After George Michael, it was really only to be expected. Men that good-looking never tended to be straight in real life, did they? It was just that she’d never heard a single whisper about Richie or Sebastian’s sexuality in all the years she’d been obsessed with theband. Why she’d chosen to out the two of them in her dream, she couldn’t say.
    It was like they were all strangers, these guys Jenna knew so many details about. They were all acting out of character – especially Tommy, who didn’t, as a rule, spend any time looking
annoyed
with her in her own dreams, like he was now. It was a little bit upsetting. This was less a comforting Wild Boys dream – the kind Jenna sank into at the drop of a hat and used to soothe herself – and more an alternate-universe Wild Boys dream where nothing was as it ought to be.
    Why on earth would she dream
this
?

4
    ‘What the hell is going on here?’ asked a rough voice from the door behind Jenna, taking the words right out of her mouth. Though she might not have chosen such a belligerent tone. ‘I take the wife and kids on a much-needed break on a goddamned beach in Jamaica and this is what happens while I’m gone?’
    When Jenna turned around, Duncan Paradis was standing