Tuesday Tales 2022-9-13 Anxious

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Hugo was flying to Japan? She’d have time to herself before the upcoming shoot at St. Barts! Her cheeks heated as she strained to keep relief from flooding her face.

His eyes narrowed. “Well?”

Oh, duh, he was waiting on an answer. “Of course I’ll follow the prescribed regimen and be tip top for the campaign, as you say. When is the St. Barts flight?”

“On the 14^th. I’ll get Japan hammered out and be back before then. If not, I’ll meet you on the island. Bebe Branch has pulled out all the stops with this swimsuit line. Do the math. There’s a crap load at stake. You know how you get pre-shoot. Anxious like the last damn leaf in a windstorm, and then all hell breaks loose. We can’t afford that. The schedule must run like clockwork. Do what Elise says.” He wagged a finger. “And absolutely no funny business.”

Her abdomen lurched at his oblique reference to an unfortunate incident from last year. She was all too familiar with the bubble in her chest that appeared out of the blue before a performance or important event. Talking about it with Hugo wouldn’t help matters any. She made her voice upbeat. “I’ll be fine. Florida is a perfect place to relax on the beach and get in the zone, and St. Barts is drop dead heaven. No one could object to it.”

His expression said he wasn’t totally convinced, but he nodded once and then jerked his attention toward the stage, where things were happening.

Angel swiveled to take it in. She found herself caught up in the excitement. After thanking the audience, the members of the opening act withdrew. Crew and tech scurried–removing, adding, and tweaking. The background music deepened. Applause surged over the room, settling into a rhythmic clap. One by one–Silver took the stage.

Stalk bounded on first and grounded the beat with a thudding bass drum. A tuft of platinum hair flopping over one eye served to keep time. She didn’t know the names of the guitarists, but the lanky bass guitarist came on next, followed by rhythm, and then the lead with his bushel of curly red hair. Each took up their instruments, while the background music lowered in volume. There was a surge of whoops and whistles as the crowd awaited Lucien Silver. It was to wild applause that he took center stage, his eyes glinting under dark, slanted brows, his lips slowly curving into a killer grin. He hoisted over his shoulder the sturdy strap of a silver Gretsch.

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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

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