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He’d always make an exception for them.
Mitzi rolled her eyes at the gawking PA. “This is why I’m glad I’m a lesbian,” she grumped, then cleared her throat. “Focus, blondie. We need to walk. Landon’s not done yet. Where are his signed photos?”
The woman blinked as Mitzi broke the pop god spell. “Um…the photos are right here,” she chirped, pulling a stack of autographed headshots from her bag. “The superfans are excited about the VIP meet and greet.”
He nodded. They always were.
“I should say that they’re very, very,veryexcited,” she elaborated, then cringed.
Dammit!
That was code for the fans waiting to meet him were a few slices short of a loaf.
But that was the job.
“Which ballroom?” he asked, wholly indifferent to these meet and greets.
“The ballrooms are being utilized. There’s a porn thing going on in the one you usually use.”
What the hell?
Had he heard her correctly?
He stared at the woman. “A porn star convention?”
“I’m not sure exactly. It’s something like that. The Luxe staff have you set up in the hallway,” she stammered, her cheeks growing pink—and for a good reason.
He was Landon Paige. He didn’t get sidelined.
Or did he now?
“The hallway?” he shot back, irritation coating the words.
“Leave it alone, Landon,” Mitzi cautioned, but the woman wasn’t paying him any attention. She frowned as she glanced at her phone as they weaved their way past stagehands tearing down his set. They emerged from the arena complex as two men removed a sign with his name splashed across it in bold lettering. Without a second glance, the workers tossed it into the trash bin.
Jesus!
“Oof, that’s got to hurt.”
Of all the people to run into at this very moment.
He looked up as Vance Vibe, with his streaky highlights, giant Rolex, and a gold chain that made him look like a wannabe rapper, sauntered down the hallway.
The asshat looked like the parody of a pop star. The dude might be raking it in, but the guy’s smarmy demeanor always put him on edge. There was something not right about the man. But he couldn’t seem to get away from him. They shared the same music label, and the execs had been pushing for him to collaborate with the guy.
Hard pass on that.
“Vance, what a nice surprise,” he said with absolutely no niceness or surprise in his tone.
He and Vance had artist residency contracts to perform concerts at the hotel. He was usually able to steer clear of the man, but the universe had decided to throw him a curveball on his last night in Sin City.
“I was sorry to hear the news,” Vance replied, his voice syrupy sweet.
Whatever the hell he was talking about, the guy sure wasn’t sorry.
“What news?”
Vance toyed with his chain. “I heard they didn’t extend your contract at the Luxe Grandiose?”
