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She almost made it to the stage before Stuart Kline grabbed her
arm. His face was flushed, and his brown hair was rumpled, half-
flattened. She sighed. УYouТre drunk, Stu,Ф she said with a
gentleness that surprised her.

УFuck it.Ф Petulance twisted up his male-model features. She
should have felt angry, or ashamed. All she felt was a distant
wonder: I used to be in love with him.

She asked, УYou want to do easy stuff this set?Ф

УI said fuck it, fuck off. IТm okay.Ф

Eddi shrugged. УItТs your hanging.Ф

He grabbed her arm again. УHey, I want you to be nicer to the club
managers.Ф

УWhat?Ф

УDonТt look at me like that. Just flirt. ItТs good for the band.Ф

She wanted to tweak his nose, see his smileЧbut that didnТt make
him smile anymore. УStuart, you donТt get gigs by sending the
rhythm guitarist to flirt with the manager. You get Сem by playing
good dance music.Ф

УI play good dance music.Ф

УWe play anything thatТs already been played to death. All night,
people have been sticking their heads in the front door, listening to
half a song, and leaving. You in a betting mood?Ф

УWhy?Ф

УI bet the nice man at the bar tells us not to come back tomorrow.Ф

УDamn you,Ф he raged suddenly, Уis that my fault?Ф

Eddi blinked.

УYou pissed him off, didnТt you? Why do you have to be such a
bitch?Ф

For a long moment she thought she might shout back at him. But it
was laughter that came racing up her throat. StuartТs look of foolish
surprise fed it, doubled it. She planted a smacking kiss on his chin.
УStuart, honey,Ф she grinned, Уyou gotta grow where youТre
planted.Ф