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business, honestly.”
    “Have you ever thought about it?” she asked.  I sighed softly.
    “Sometimes. I think that when I get tired of the writing racket, the fashion industry and all the celebrities and their diva moments. When the few good ones don’t make me think that this is all worth it anymore, that’s when I’ll do something like open a shop of some sort,” I said. Jill smiled and nodded.
    “That sounds like a good plan. Between now and then, you can decide what you want to do without being in a rush about it,” she said. I nodded.
    “Right. So, where did you find that quartet over in the corner? I’ve never seen them before, but they are phenomenal,” I said. Jill smiled.
    “Believe it or not, they’re just college kids trying to make some extra money,” she said. I felt my eyes widen.
    “What?” I hissed.
    She laughed at my outburst. “I was walking a few blocks from here and ran into them on my way into a Starbucks. We started talking about absolutely nothing, and they happened to bring up that they were musicians on the side. I told them to come down and play for me,” she said. I glanced back over at the ones playing.
    “Wow,” I said.
    “Two of them are Physics majors, one is a Drama major, and the other is majoring in Japanese,” she said.
    “I wonder if they’d like a write-up in Pinks ? I bet I could get them a bit more business,” I said.
    “I think they’d love that. They’ll be done in about forty minutes, so you can talk to them then. They said that they were going to stick around after they were done because they love the place,” she said. I smiled and nodded.
    “I’ll do that, thank you,” I said.
    “Thanks for the time out; I needed it. Tonight has not gone as smoothly as I wanted it to,” she said with a soft laugh.
    “Does it ever go the way we plan?” I asked.
    She smirked, “No. And that drives me insane.”
    “Good luck with the rest of the evening,” I said as Jill stood and took the last sip of wine from her glass.
    “Something tells me I’m going to need it,” she said with a grin.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    T he recording of the interview with Joey was playing through my stereo as a bit of a refresher, since it had been a few days. I was ready to start writing it all out, settled in my living room with my laptop, a bottle of wine, and no distractions in sight. I always preferred to do my first write-through at home. There was always something going on at the office. I could edit there, but the initial writing would take me all day there, and only an hour or two at home.
    I flinched as someone knocked on the door of my apartment. It would only take a few hours if no one dropped past unannounced, I amended my inner conversation.
    “Who is it?” I yelled out on my way to the door.
    “It’s me,” Jacinta said. I sighed. That meant something was up. She only stopped past without calling first when something was wrong, because she knew that if she didn’t call first, she was probably interrupting something.
    “What’s wrong?” I asked, opening the door with a frown on my face. Jacinta smiled and shook her head.
    “Nothing is wrong, don’t worry. I just wanted to stop by and bring you something.” I stepped back so that she could come inside, noticing finally that she carried several bags with her.
    “Okay...” I said, following her into the living room and turning off the recording of the interview, since I apparently wasn’t working on that right at the moment.
    “I’ve got the clothes for the photo shoot. I wanted you to approve them first, though,” she said, sitting down and starting to pull things out of bags. I grinned and settled myself beside her.
    “You could have handled this; you didn’t need me,” I said. Jacinta grinned and nodded.
    “You have better taste. I want to be sure that we all look our best,” she said. I snorted a laugh.
    “Jacinta, you dress people for a living. I do not have better taste,” I said. Jacinta