Chapter 5

	Having a conversation with a normal guy was such a refreshing feeling.
Kevin was intelligent, sweet, and actually kept me interested in the
conversation. I felt like I’d known him for years after only a few hours.

	“Hey Kevin? I asked,” sitting down and taking a breath during a slow
song.
	“What Bobbi,” he said half sitting, half falling down next to me.

	“I know I’m being forward again, but I think you’re a great guy and
wish it were possible for me to date you.”

	“I think the same of you. But, as we both know, it’s not allowed. We can
be friends can’t we?” he asked looking at me for the last sentence.

	“Oh sure. In fact I was thinking the same thing. We need to stay in
touch. Not just Meetings every month,” I said thinking.

	“Yeah. I’ll give you my cell number and you can give me your home
number. I’m up more during the day though. Are you only awake at night? Can
you stand a phone call at like 1 or 2 in the morning?”

	“Yeah sure. I normally get up at like 8 pm, go to class from 9-12 and
then work on my designs till about 3. After that I help Whitney with her act, and
we just hang out and do best friend things like watching movies, and giggling
about everything.”

	“Designs?”

	“Yeah, I design clothes for a living. Meager as it may be, I end up
selling my designs to small companies that make them and put them in little
boutiques. I am getting closer to opening my own store. Whitney is our real
source of income. She sings at nightclubs and bars around town. I design the
clothes, pick the songs and arrange the dates while she performs, earning the
money,” I explained, trying to rationalize what we did. I neglected to tell him
that Whitney’s parents helped pay some of the bills too. They were from a
rather affluent family but Whitney would only accept help from them when we
absolutely needed to. 

	“That’s cool. I sing for a living too.”

	“Really? What clubs are you playing? Maybe Whitney and I can come
down to see you some time.”

	“Well, I don’t really play clubs. It’s more like arenas and stuff….” He
trailed off, obviously not wanting to elaborate.

	“Hm. Well, can we come watch you at an arena then? I mean if you sing
that well I just have to come to one of your performances,” I said, astounded
that he was good enough to be an arena artist.

	“That would be great. I’ll get you guys backstage passes and stuff.
We’re performing tomorrow night actually. That’s why we’re here tonight. We
flew in this afternoon, have the evening “off” as far as the rest of the guys
know, and perform tomorrow.”

	“We? Guys? What are you talking about?”

Chapter 6

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