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cannon without an audience."
    "Okay," she said with an air of whatever and flung my denim jacket at me. "We're on the clock. Let's get going."
    We rode the elevator down to the hotel foyer in silence, which was strange for us. We usually had so much to talk about, most of it usually crap.
    "What's with the lack of decibels, Dee Dee?"
    I shrugged, my usual upbeat nature gone out the window.
    "How was the club last night?"
    "Terrible," I muttered.
    "And?"
    "And what?"
    "Did you talk to her?"
    "Talk to who?" I asked, knowing full well who she was referring to.
    "Jessie."
    She had to go and say her name didn't she? My jaw tensed.
    "What happened?"
    "Yeah, I talked to her," I said. "Georgie tried it on and she came to save me."
    "Bloody, Georgie," Zoe laughed. "That woman is merciless."
    "And almost ten years older than me."
    "Don't you wanna be her toy boy?" She made a kissy face at me and I laughed at her lame joke, circling an arm around her neck and pulling her into my side.
    "In her dreams." At least I was in someone's dreams.
    "What about your dreams?"
    "Shit, Zoe," I cursed as the elevator door slid open with a ding.
    As we walked out into the foyer where Chris, Simone and Frank were waiting for us, she pulled away and thumped me in the arm.
    " Ow , what was that for?"
    "Don't have such a defeatist attitude. That's anti-Dee. I don't know who you are."
    "Ugh," I rolled my eyes. "Let's just get through this shoot. You know I'm my best on my own turf. I'll win her through music." I added a wink for good measure.
    She gave me a half-smile as we joined the others. We had a photo shoot to endure this morning before going to sound check later on. Galaxy had wrangled us a last minute page in the upcoming issue of Rolling Stone and it had to be done today or not at all. Massive exposure, but one of my least favorite things to do. You think for someone with a vain streak like mine I'd be all over it like a rash, but I was hotter for a stage and an audience, not a single photographer. Numbers was where it was at.
    We rode in two separate town cars over to the studio and the closer we got, the more my stomach churned and by the time we actually got there I was a quivering mess. The only thing that saved me from being found out was that everyone was excited about the gig later on. And when we inevitably ran into Georgie, it was sans Jessie and disappointment flared, stabbing me right where it hurt.
    As soon as we were all there, we were dragged in separate directions and I didn't have time to dwell. Apparently we were on a tight schedule and I just wanted to get outta there. An overzealous Georgie pushed me into a chair in front of a mirror and I caught Zoe and Simone looking at me in the reflection, both of them stifling laughs. This wasn't funny by a mile and all it did was make my blood boil.
    The redheaded stylist grimaced at me as if she already knew what I was about to endure and I offered her a thin smile. Hurricane Georgie was at a category five and there was no indication she'd stop anytime soon.
    "Now," Georgie declared, "hair messy and slicked back." She took this as an excuse to run both her hands back through my hair, her eyes fixed on mine in the mirror. How the hell couldn't she see that I was looking back with a mixture of horror and revulsion?
    "And this stubble has to go," she said, running a hand over my jaw.
    Shit, I was just sitting there like a deer caught in the headlights of the Georgie show while she pawed me like a horny teenager. I was way too nice to tell her hands off. A snort came from behind and I glared at Zoe in the mirror. Frank and Chris had joined them and they were all red faced, trying to keep their laughter in check. Fucking traitors. They were enjoying my suffering and the jokes I'd have to endure afterwards would be epic.
    "Okay, got it," the stylist said, moving forward and she let me go. Sweet, sweet freedom.
    It went like that for much of the shoot. To my annoyance, Georgie only seemed to