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My eyes moved to Daisy and my breath moved to Idaho.
“What?” I repeated a word that I beginning to hate.
“Deal,” Shirleen took over. “Hector knows someone who knows someone who knows what he’s talkin’ about in the music business. Hector talked to him and he’s got the lingo.
This Dixon Jones guy thinks Hector’s the shit, because, wel , he is the shit. You shoulda seen him. It was like he did it for a living.”
I opened my mouth then closed it then opened it again and said, “I met Hector a few days ago.”
“Wel , Dixon Jones thinks we’re your managers with Hector being Top Dog,” Daisy explained.
My brain thought about the idea that an A&R man from Black Fat Records would think The Blue Moon Gypsies needed three managers with two of them being Shirleen and Daisy and swiftly rejected that idea as seriously unpalatable and spit it right back out.
“Hector’s a private detective,” I said stupidly, going for denial.
“We know that and you know that but Dixon Jones thinks he’s a shit-hot music biz type. We’re lookin’ at studio time,” Shirleen replied.
Oh.
My.
God.
“Studio,” I whispered.
“Yeah, recordin’ studio,” Shirleen told me, like I didn’t know.
“That is f**kin’ phat! ” Annette shouted.
I turned to Al y. “Do you think, if I walk outside, someone wil shoot me?”
“It’s a possibility,” Al y told me.
“Then that’s my next move,” I replied and stood up.
“You can’t get shot! Dixon is meeting with you and the band after your gig at The Little Bear,” Daisy screeched.
It was then my brain thought about the idea of any scout It was then my brain thought about the idea of any scout having a meeting with my band, who were likely to do something immensely stupid and it regurgitated that thought too. Fast.
“He’s not meeting the band,” I said.
“He is and you are too,” Shirleen returned.
“Okay, you think maybe I can have a moment to process al that is f**ked up with my life before it gets f**ked up even more?” I snapped at Shirleen.
“Ain’t no time to process, girl. This is life. Rol with the changes,” Shirleen retorted.
“Don’t quote REO Speedwagon at me!” I yel ed.
“This page is done, sugar, you got to turn the page,” Daisy got close.
“Okay, now you’re quoting Bob Seger,” I clipped. “And you’re not al owed to do that either.”
Daisy turned confused eyes to Indy. “I thought I was stil quoting REO.”
“Maybe we should stop talking in Rock Speak and help Stel a to deal with this issue with Mace,” Jet cut in.