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“These are the years you can miss,” Sasha said softly. “Jeremy’s still too young to remember. It’s later you’re going to need to be around, because he’ll be old enough to notice you’re not there. He’s not even going to know it’s Thanksgiving this year.”
“I guess there’s that.”
“You can say no,” Sasha said after a moment, shrugging. “Talk about it after I leave and get back to Dorian. But they need to know by tomorrow.”
“New York City on Thanksgiving,” I said thoughtfully. “That sounds awesome.”
“You’re not helping,” Z said to me, pretending to glare.
“Sorry. I’ve never been there for the parade, and it’s on my bucket list. But I’ll go with the majority.”
“We should do it,” Kingston said. “We’re in a rebuilding phase after losing Carter. Any and all publicity will help us move past the stigma of his suicide because people outside of the industry consider him just one more casualty of the rock and roll curse. Another druggie who overdosed, you know? This way, we start redirecting the dialogue.”
“We’ve also been invited to Paris Fashion Week by Alexa Humboldt.” Sasha gazed over at me. “She wants the band to play during one of her shows and for Devyn to potentially wear something she designs especially for that. I think it’s something we could really work with now that there’s a woman in the band.”
I shook my head. “I’m no model.”
“No, but imagine the exposure the band would get by performing during Fashion Week. It’s a huge deal. And it could potentially give you something of your own, that adds to your allure. The band and their music are established. We know this. Then we bring in this gorgeous, talented new bass player—who also… models rock and roll-styled designs for Alexa Humboldt. My mom used to wear her designs back in the day, when Alexa was just getting started. She created rock-themed dresses for her.”
“That sounds awesome,” Presley said when no one else spoke.
“If you guys think it’s a good idea, why not?” I said slowly.
What else could I say?
The idea of modeling for someone like Alexa Humboldt was as terrifying as it was exciting.
But the past couple of days had shown me I was up for almost anything.
* * *
There was a lot going on in my life, and I hadn’t spoken to my friend Jesse in weeks. Not since I’d gotten the gig with Onyx Knight. I’d told her about it, and we texted a couple of times a week, but we hadn’t really talked, so I took the opportunity to call her as I was driving home from Z’s. I was meeting Kingston for dinner, but I needed to change first.
“Well, hey, stranger!” She sounded breathless, as if she’d been running.
“This a bad time?” I asked.
“Nah. I’m on the treadmill.”
“You need to go?”
“It’s fine as long as you don’t mind me huffing and puffing in your ear.”
“It’s all good.” I paused. “So, guess what!”
“What?”
“I might be in the city for Thanksgiving. The band was invited to perform during the parade.” I didn’t need to specify which parade; any New Yorker knew what I was talking about on Thanksgiving.
“Oh, hell yes! Can I be your assistant for the day?”
“I don’t know if I get one, but I’ll find a way to get you there.”
“This is super exciting,” she said. “Why don’t you sound enthused?”
“Because I have a crush on my singer and we… slept together.”
“You slept with Kingston Knight?” Her voice was so high it was almost a squeal.
