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coffee and urged the elixir to get me through this.
At the other end of the couch, Clint stood and straightened his beige vest. I shot a questioning look at Reggie and she grinned. With all the swagger of John Wayne, Clint made his way onto the stage.
“What the—?” I said.
Reggie placed her index finger over her lips.
Clint pulled a crinkled piece of paper out of his back pocket and I immediately recognized his unruly handwriting filling the front and back of the page. He held a hand to his mouth and his body jerked in what I assumed was a cough.
Gripping the paper with both hands, he raised it and began to read:
In the West we were wild
In the West we were free
We drank in saloons
And tied our horses to trees
In the West we downed whiskey
In the West we fought hard
We paced five times at dawn
In the town’s dusty yard
I would like to go back
To that old Wild West
To tip my hat to the maidens
To duel with the best
To ride with the heroes
Or maybe on my own
’Cause I’ve always felt, deep inside,
The Wild West is my home.
I clapped my hand over my mouth to stop a giggle and glanced at Reggie. She seemed transfixed by the performance. She gaped at me and I dropped my hand into my lap.
“He’s so good!” she said.
My body shook as I tried to contain my laughter. I could only manage to nod at her proclamation. Reggie jumped up from the couch and burst into applause. I fixed a smile on my face and clapped as Clint bowed and left the stage, his cheeks flushed and eyes glowing beneath the brim of his hat.
My roommate threw her arms around his neck the moment he reached the couch. His eyes widened and he limply hugged her back before giving me a questioning look over her shoulder.
Unsure of how to react to a poetry success, I gave him a thumbs-up and said, “Great job.”
“You really liked it?” he asked after Reggie had untangled her limbs from his.
“Sure.” I swallowed the last of my coffee, grimacing as a few bitter grounds bit into my tongue. I set the cup on the table in front of us. “I’ve never heard anything like it.”
At least that was true.
“Well, that makes my night,” Clint said. “Nothing like the approval of a beautiful woman.”
“Uh, sure,” I said.
He and Reggie sat down at the same time and the couch protested by pushing up into my rear and almost jolting me out of my seat.
It was as good a time as any to make my way to the restrooms. Apparently the coffee had already kicked in. After scouting out the red light in the shape of a dress, I excused myself and maneuvered through the crowd.
When I was two people away from the door and my bladder was about to rejoice, something buzzed against my leg.
Jin had the best timing.
Prying my phone out of my pocket, I squinted at the screen, my eyes focusing and refocusing as the white light attacked my retinas.
Not Jin. My agent. What on earth could she want at this time on a Saturday?
I tapped the screen to open her e-mail, only to have someone poke me in the back. It was finally my turn to use the facilities.
A tall blonde graciously held the door for me and I slipped past her into the dark recess of the bathroom. Flickering fluorescent lights blinked overhead as I locked the door and returned my focus to the screen.
“Fuck.”
The word had become all too familiar with messages from my agent lately. I almost felt bad for Steph. She was probably so sure the news she relayed was cause for excitement. She had no way of knowing her client’s stomach dropped with every word.
Hi Elise! Just wanted to let you know the studio is so excited about the VM show, they bumped up the filming dates because they want to have it out for next season. Production starts in two weeks! I’ll be forwarding you the filming schedule and locations once I get them from the director. I’m so excited for you and VM! Speaking of, how’s the last book coming? I can’t wait to read it!
The words faded in and out of my vision like the
At the other end of the couch, Clint stood and straightened his beige vest. I shot a questioning look at Reggie and she grinned. With all the swagger of John Wayne, Clint made his way onto the stage.
“What the—?” I said.
Reggie placed her index finger over her lips.
Clint pulled a crinkled piece of paper out of his back pocket and I immediately recognized his unruly handwriting filling the front and back of the page. He held a hand to his mouth and his body jerked in what I assumed was a cough.
Gripping the paper with both hands, he raised it and began to read:
In the West we were wild
In the West we were free
We drank in saloons
And tied our horses to trees
In the West we downed whiskey
In the West we fought hard
We paced five times at dawn
In the town’s dusty yard
I would like to go back
To that old Wild West
To tip my hat to the maidens
To duel with the best
To ride with the heroes
Or maybe on my own
’Cause I’ve always felt, deep inside,
The Wild West is my home.
I clapped my hand over my mouth to stop a giggle and glanced at Reggie. She seemed transfixed by the performance. She gaped at me and I dropped my hand into my lap.
“He’s so good!” she said.
My body shook as I tried to contain my laughter. I could only manage to nod at her proclamation. Reggie jumped up from the couch and burst into applause. I fixed a smile on my face and clapped as Clint bowed and left the stage, his cheeks flushed and eyes glowing beneath the brim of his hat.
My roommate threw her arms around his neck the moment he reached the couch. His eyes widened and he limply hugged her back before giving me a questioning look over her shoulder.
Unsure of how to react to a poetry success, I gave him a thumbs-up and said, “Great job.”
“You really liked it?” he asked after Reggie had untangled her limbs from his.
“Sure.” I swallowed the last of my coffee, grimacing as a few bitter grounds bit into my tongue. I set the cup on the table in front of us. “I’ve never heard anything like it.”
At least that was true.
“Well, that makes my night,” Clint said. “Nothing like the approval of a beautiful woman.”
“Uh, sure,” I said.
He and Reggie sat down at the same time and the couch protested by pushing up into my rear and almost jolting me out of my seat.
It was as good a time as any to make my way to the restrooms. Apparently the coffee had already kicked in. After scouting out the red light in the shape of a dress, I excused myself and maneuvered through the crowd.
When I was two people away from the door and my bladder was about to rejoice, something buzzed against my leg.
Jin had the best timing.
Prying my phone out of my pocket, I squinted at the screen, my eyes focusing and refocusing as the white light attacked my retinas.
Not Jin. My agent. What on earth could she want at this time on a Saturday?
I tapped the screen to open her e-mail, only to have someone poke me in the back. It was finally my turn to use the facilities.
A tall blonde graciously held the door for me and I slipped past her into the dark recess of the bathroom. Flickering fluorescent lights blinked overhead as I locked the door and returned my focus to the screen.
“Fuck.”
The word had become all too familiar with messages from my agent lately. I almost felt bad for Steph. She was probably so sure the news she relayed was cause for excitement. She had no way of knowing her client’s stomach dropped with every word.
Hi Elise! Just wanted to let you know the studio is so excited about the VM show, they bumped up the filming dates because they want to have it out for next season. Production starts in two weeks! I’ll be forwarding you the filming schedule and locations once I get them from the director. I’m so excited for you and VM! Speaking of, how’s the last book coming? I can’t wait to read it!
The words faded in and out of my vision like the
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