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there.
    The
Duncan Paradis, music manager extraordinaire. He was famous for picking one or two acts every decade and managing them right into the stratosphere. At this point, all he had to do was announce a name for the musician to start raking in the fame, fortune, and full coverage in the tabloids. According to
US Weekly
, Jenna’s favourite source of celebrity gossip, Britney Spears had begged Duncan to spearhead her comeback following her divorce from K-Fed, and he’d refused because he was all about the new. Obviously. Because the acts that Duncan Paradismanaged were always, always, untouchably huge stars who didn’t need to rehab their image.
    He’d discovered – some said
created
– the Wild Boys, had gone on to manage the grunge queen Lauren Neopolitan herself, had formed the boy band Real almost, it seemed, to prove to himself and the world that he could steal N’Sync’s and the Backstreet Boys’ thunder if he wanted to, and he was currently raking in the benefits of having discovered the crossover pop, country, and R&B sensation Fuchsia Kelly – his powerhouse answer to all the
American Idol
girls. He was a living legend.
    And now he was standing in front of Jenna minus the trademark shock of snow-white hair he’d started sporting in the early Nineties. This version of Duncan Paradis was slimmer, trimmer, and unquestionably younger. This version, in fact, was one Jenna had only seen in those colour-photo centrepieces they always stuck in the Unofficial Biographies.
    ‘Babe,’ Eugenia Wentworth purred. ‘At last.’
    Jenna watched in astonishment as Tommy Seer’s fiancée flitted from the stage to Duncan’s side. She towered over him, but that only made it seem more lascivious when she leaned down and kissed him. With evident delight, and visible tongue. Ew. Despite the fact she was supposedly engaged to the man standing right in front of her, and Duncan had moments before referenced his wife and kids.
    Was it really that hard for engaged people to remember who they were engaged
to
, Jenna wondered – not that she was taking it at all personally.
    The most shocking part of the whole thing was that Jenna was the only one who looked the slightest bit surprised by this development. Even Tommy, the nearest wronged party, looked bored.
    How someone who could have Tommy Seer would choose … anyone else, ever, was a mystery to Jenna. Much less a man who – while admittedly powerful – looked like Karl Lagerfeld’s less attractive brother. Jenna wondered if her subconscious had finally gone round the bend, because this dream was starting to creep her out.
    ‘Tommy’s being a complete wanker,’ Eugenia tattled, obviously enjoying herself. She rubbed herself against Duncan, who didn’t look thrilled with the attention – but didn’t push her away, either. ‘No one seems to be able to talk any sense into him. I told them they have to do the live show, babe, but no one will listen to me.’
    ‘No one will listen to you because you don’t know what you’re talking about,’ Tommy snapped from his place on the stage. He hadn’t moved, but Jenna was close enough to him that she could see he’d tensed up almost imperceptibly at the sight of Duncan. Or maybe it was the sight of his fiancée after all, as she practically licked Duncan’s face.
    ‘All I know is that we’re running out of rehearsal time,’ Harrison T. complained. He lit another cigarette and made a lazy smoke circle in the air. ‘We’ve already kicked out the entire crew, who are sitting on their asses somewhere, waiting to hear what happens next, and we have to startthe live show in forty-five minutes. This argument has gone on for way too long.’
    This was the most Jenna had ever heard Harrison T. speak, given that he had spent the bulk of his on-air time looking pensive and/or troubled and saying things like, ‘What can
anyone
say about “Boys Don’t Cry” that’s not in the title?’ He had been emo long before there was a