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a warm hug.
    The group “All-Hands On” meeting wasn’t scheduled until tomorrow, but tonight there was an informal “meet and greet” for all the people involved in the tour at some house up in the hills.  I’m to be ready to go by six-thirty, and a town car is picking me up.  The packet I’d received with all of the travel instructions had advised me to wear something sophisticated.
    Jess and I spent an entire day shopping before findi ng an absolutely perfect red sheath dress that falls an inch or two above my knees and leaves one shoulder bared.  I’m pairing a drop dead sexy pair of strappy silver stilettos that wrap around my ankles with it, and I thought the look was going to be just right. 
    Since I had free time, I decided to make good use of it down at the hotel pool. When in LA do as the natives do, and soak up the sun.  I lucked out and got a lounger right near the edge of the pool.  After applying sunscreen, I put my sunglasses on and settled in with a good book.
    About twenty minutes after I’d gotten comfortable, someone came to the edge of my chair and stood over me.  “Oh hey, you’re the photographer!”
    Pushing my sunglasses up on my head, I raised my eyes to find a really hot guy standing over me.  Tall, blonde, buff and beautiful, he was hotter than any Abercrombie model I’d ever seen.  I could do so many things with a camera and his face.  Nodding my head, I stared at him.  “Yes, I’m the photographer… and you are?”
    Smacking his forehead, the cutie dropped down on the chair beside me.  “Ack! Sorry.  I’m Ian Monroe, the bands biographer.”
    We shook hands before he continued.  “I saw your website.  Everyone was abuzz about the photos of you with that band that the boys just signed.  I have to tell you, as hot as you were in those pictures, you look even better now, and you’re not even wearing any make-up!  If I didn't already have my eye on someone… honey, you’d be beating me back with a stick.”
    I immediately liked Ian.  He was sweet and funny, and he didn’t seem to have any filters.  Just the type I like to hang around with.  We were going to get along great. 
    We wound up spending the rest of the afternoon together shamelessly sunning ourselves and talking about the tour.  Through Ian I found out that we would also be trave lling with a film crew and a recording crew.  This tour was going to be a huge blow out, and I was quite excited.
    I asked what the guys were like to work for, and was happy when Ian said that they were all very cool and down to earth.  “Of course, they’re totally letting me see where all the skeletons are buried for the purposes of the bio.  Normally I have to push people to open up, but they were totally ready for it.  Between you and me, I think this might wind up being the best thing I’ve ever written.  It has best-seller written all over it.”
    It seemed like this tour was going to open a lot of doors for a lot of people, myself included.  Thinking back to what their manager said, I understood that the guys really did think that it was important to farm good talent. 
    I felt comfortable with Ian, and I really enjoyed spending the day with him.  I was relieved to know that I'd have cool people to hang with while we were all on the road.
    We parted ways just after four -thirty, and after eating an early dinner, I set to getting ready.  After showering and blowing my hair out, I styled it in loose waves.  I kept my make-up simple, light eye shadow, mascara, and the barest hint of blush. I finished the look with a red lip-gloss that matched the dress.  Once I was satisfied with my face and hair, I put on my red strapless bra and matching thong before slipping into my sheath dress.  After putting on the silver stilettos, I stepped back to survey myself in the mirror.  Smiling, I turn this way and that as I took in the full effect.  I thought I looked the part, and I was very happy with my choice of