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dress.  I tried not to focus too hard on the fact that I kept wondering what Flynn would think of my outfit.  He probably wouldn’t even notice what I was wearing.
    Looking over at the clock, I saw that I had a few minutes to spare before I needed to head down to the lobby for my ride.  Sitt ing down on the loveseat, I began taking a few deep cleansing breaths.  So far I’d been remarkably calm, but now that I was about to meet Flynn for the first time, I needed to get my game face in place.  It would be beyond embarrassing to stammer and genuflect like some groupie freak, and I had no intention of doing so.  I was also mentally preparing myself for him to be a disappointment.  Nothing ever lives up to the fantasies that are created in the mind, and nothing was ever going to be as intense as the night of the concert when he sang to me.  I started laughing as I reminded myself that he totally had to be stuffing his pants with tube socks when he was on stage.
    After checking myself over one more time, I grabbed my clutch and headed to the lobby to wait for the town car.  I didn’t have t o wait at all, because as I exited the elevator I saw a driver holding a tablet with my name on it.  Making my way over to him, I introduced myself.  He introduced himself to me as well, telling me his name was Frank and that he would be my driver for the next few days. 
    The drive to the house passed quickly, and before I knew it, I’d arrived at my destination.  Taking one more deep breath, I centered myself before stepping out of the car.  I couldn’t help the little grimace that flickered over my face when I saw the house.  It was one of those giant ostentatious glass boxes, all sharp corners and steel.  I knew it was some architect’s version of clean lines and beauty, but it was very sterile and cold.  I’m guessing it cost more than I’ll make in my entire life, but I couldn’t live in something like that if you paid me.
    A woman who identified herself as “Pam; the party planner” opened the door to the glass palace.  She handed my clutch off to a waiting assistant, and then escorted me into what I’d assume would be called a living room, even though the term would be very generous.  Just like the outside of the house, it was extremely uninviting.  Oh, sure, it was probably a designer’s wet dream, but it was so damn unwelcoming that I shuddered.  Everything in the room had hard lines and edges.  The chairs and sofas were steel colored rectangles and squares with not a throw pillow in site.  You had to love this part of the LA scene, all about the aesthetics, never about the comfort level.
    There were several people already in the room, and I was relieved to see Ian .  He was standing with a beautiful girl in a black bodysuit.  She had an exotic look that paired well with Ian’s California boy appearance.  I couldn’t help but see them through my camera lens.  It’s a professional hazard.  As I was heading over to where they were, Ian saw me and held out his hand to pull me into their space.  “Tessa, this is Devon Bannister.  Devon is directing the documentary that’s being filmed of the tour.  Devon, this is Tessa Hamilton.  Tessa is…”
    Waving him off, Devon smiled and held her hand out to me.  “I know who just who you are! Flynn showed me your webs ite.  Your pictures are amazing. The one of you with the band was unreal.  I’ve been so anxious to meet you to discuss your vision for photos and mine for the film so that we can work it all out together.  Once the tour starts there will be some days that you’re shooting where I’ll have my crew there to interview the guys and capture everything that happens.  I also have an idea of what I want to movie poster to look like, and I’m hoping you’ll love the idea as much as I do.”
    I could n’t help but smile at what a whirling dervish Devon was.  We were going to get along great.  I relaxed a bit more, happy that I’d