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    Were they waiting for me to get online? My fingers fly over the keyboard typing responses.
    @shellidaboss Thank you!
    @ciciciccone Awww! Congratulations!
    @latariab Um . . . can I plead the fifth?
    My answer to the last post sent my page into a new flurry of posts. I sure hope that these are not my high school or middle school fans. What are they doing up this late?
    @SundayTolliver Sunday, no!!!!!! You can’t be kissing DeShawn! What about Sam? #teamsam
    Sam is your boo for real! Stop playing! #teamsam@SundayTolliver
    @SundayTolliver Do y’all remember how Sam played her? #teamdeshawn
    It seems like my fans are just as confused as I am. Half of them are rooting for Sam, the other half rooting for DeShawn. They all want me to pick one.
    I open my phone and call Sam’s phone. He’s probably asleep, but I just want to leave him a hello message. I don’t like the way our last phone call ended.
    He answers. “What’s up?”
    â€œNothing. I was just on Twitter, and my fans are tripping.”
    â€œWhy? Because you never answer their tweets or follow them back?”
    I laugh quietly. “They aren’t expecting me to do that, are they? I need someone to seriously man my page then, because I’m not going to be able to answer all of their stuff!”
    â€œThey are expecting you to do it, because they love you, so of course you should love them back.” Then Sam cracks up laughing. “They want you to pick a boyfriend. They are giving you ultimatums too.”
    â€œAre you reading my page?”
    â€œI am. I think you should listen to them.”
    â€œOf course you do. When are you coming to town? I’m ready to work on some new music.”
    â€œSoon. I’m finishing up some stuff here with one of Mystique’s new artists on her Mystical Sounds label.”
    â€œIs it a girl?”
    He chuckles. “You jealous that I’m in New York spending time with another girl singer?”
    â€œI am absolutely not jealous.”
    â€œYes, you are, and you should be. This girl is beautiful.”
    Totally unfazed, I reply, “She must not be that hot, since you’re on the phone begging me to choose you every chance you get.”
    â€œSomebody is getting the big head, I see.”
    â€œNo big head. I’m just saying that I don’t believe you when you try to make me jealous.”
    â€œWell, she’s absolutely stunning. But . . . she’s only eleven. She’s going to be the next Disney star, and I’m in on the ground floor selling her tracks.”
    â€œWhy didn’t anyone ask me to write a song for her?”
    â€œYou want to? It’s Mystique’s thing, but I’m sure I could make it happen.”
    DeShawn walks into the kitchen. I hold a finger up to my lips. He grins mischievously. He better not say anything, or he can take his ultimatum and kick rocks.
    â€œAll right, Sam. Talk to Mystique for me. That’ll be great. Let me know what she says. Call you tomorrow?”
    â€œYou getting off the phone?”
    â€œYes. I’m tired. It’s late!”
    Sam takes a long pause. What is he thinking? “That dude is in the room, isn’t he? Don’t lie either.”
    â€œYes, he is, but I really am about to go to bed.”
    â€œMan, I’m about to move back down there. This dude circling around like a squirrel over an acorn.”
    â€œI wouldn’t mind having you back here, Sam. I like working on music whenever I get inspired, not whenever you’re in town.”
    â€œI’m going to buy a condo this week. I can’t win my girl back all the way in New York.”
    â€œWhat about your spot in New York?”
    â€œI’m leasing it, so it’s on and popping. I’ll be back in Atlanta this month.”
    â€œOkay . . . I’m looking forward to it.”
    â€œI am too. Put me on speaker so I can tell the video vixen to