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my old self again," I sighed to Scarlett as we slid into the waiting limo.
    "I'm so happy to hear that," Scarlet said warmly. "Let's have a blast tonight, okay? Promise?"
    I nodded enthusiastically, already feeling the excitement of possibility coursing through my veins. Tonight, I was having fun. Tonight, I was young. Tonight I wasn't this sad, unemployed recluse I was slowly turning into. Tonight I was Zoe Chandler, partying with rock stars and I was going to fucking dance.
    The crowd in front of the club felt like the old days all over again. I could feel the jealous stares of the girls congregating at the entrance, hoping to be invited in. This used to be my life, flashing my press credentials, showing off my backstage access and heading to the front of the line.
    Only this time I was propelled to the front of the line because I was arriving with Keir Wilder. It didn't even matter that I was clearly the third wheel.  I shot a winning smile over my shoulder as the flashbulbs went off, then grabbed a startled Keir and shoved him in front of me.
    "I want to dance!" I nearly screamed. "Get us in there!"
    I felt, rather than heard his chuckle. Scarlett grabbed his arm and the three of us made our way into the dark, deafening club.
    Swirling lights bounced off the two-story high banners that hung from the ceiling. "Oh my god, is this your fragrance experience ?" I teased Keir.
    He chuckled. "Awful, isn't it?"
    Scarlett shook her head. "I think Twitch looks good!" she said, grabbing her boyfriend's hand.
    I looked again. The face that glowered down at me was faintly familiar. I knew I'd seen the drummer for Ruthless before, but this was the first time I'd ever thought to really take in his face.
    There was an odd, angular quality to his features that made him look almost...otherworldly. His eyes turned up at the edges, his cheekbones were as sharp as glass and the hollow below them was deeply shadowed. The ad had been Photoshopped to within an inch of its life, but there was still some humanity there, something that couldn't be erased. I couldn't figure it out. Until it hit me all at once.
    His eyes. There was a light inside of them and that light was not otherworldly at all. It was a light full of mischief and fun.
    It made me smile back at the picture, without even meaning to.
    "Hot damn that's a good picture," I exclaimed.
    "So I've heard," Keir sighed grumpily. "You ladies want a drink?"
    "Can you go deal with the bar for us?" Scarlett wheedled him. "We're here to dance." She shot me a wicked grin. "Right, Zo?"
    I practically wiggled in glee. "I am so ready."
    Sheer elation propelled me forward onto the massive dance floor. Buffeted by the heaving, writhing bodies around me, I let out a whoop that was half madness, half relief.
    I could pretend tonight. I could start again. I could be anyone I wanted, instead of the scared, tired, ragged thing I had become.
    For one night only, I had a whole wild, thrilling buffet of options and I could sample them all.
    "I love you Scar!" I shouted over the bumping club music. She smiled, all of her old shyness gone now that she and Keir were firmly back together again. I grabbed her hand and forced her to spin me, and instead of ducking me like the old days, she just laughed and kept on spinning me and spinning me, like I was a top.
    "I'm gonna puke!" I yelled dizzily.
    "Well you're in luck, I see Keir with our drinks. Come on!"
    She yanked me forward, and I stumbled after her. The room was still spinning and it matched my mood. I felt dizzy and wild and not at all myself. And that was the best fucking thing I could be.
    Scarlett hurtled through the crowd, making a beeline for her man, who caught her up and pulled her right into his lap for a long, deep kiss. She let go of the hand that had been steadying me, forcing me to fling myself at a clear space at the bar to prop myself up.  I looked up woozily and right into a pair of eyes so warm they practically glowed amber.
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