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Darby girl was really
disappointed. I can’t even imagine being obsessed with a band,
finally getting to be on the inside, and finding out this was all
it had to offer. What a letdown.
    Everyone resumes private conversations for
another moment or two before the limo door opens and the girl of
the hour steps inside. She wears a red knee-length dress with cap
sleeves and a V-neck. The silhouette of the dress wraps around her
body in an elegant but modest way. She’s pretty much exactly what I
expected of Chloe Branson. Milo crawls in behind her, dressed
better than the other guys in the limo. They definitely represent a
star couple, regardless of the rumors.
    No one says a word about her phone call with
Derrick, who Noah explained is the lead singer of Sebastian’s
Shadow. No one mentions the cheating rumors. No one even says a
word about Nat’s hand finding its way to Benji’s knee, no matter
how many times he redirects it back to Nat. The limo moves forward,
and existence goes on. Is this life behind the tabloids? Chloe and
Milo fake smiles while Nat attempts to convert his brother’s band
mate?
     
    The limo parks next to a side entrance at
Lights Out. It doesn’t look like a media circus outside,
thankfully. Maybe word still hasn’t leaked around town that
Spaceships Around Saturn is crashing at Crescent Inn. Tank and Big
Tony step out first to secure the area. Nat and Benji follow suit,
with Chloe and Milo close behind.
    Whatever Sebastian’s Shadow drama was
plaguing them before seems to have vanished. Milo wraps an arm
around her, keeping her all close and snuggly as they walk with
Tank toward the entrance. I feel incredibly guilty for giving in to
rumors and sleaze, but I can’t help wondering if she’s truly happy.
She’s been wrapped up in this Saturn life for nearly a year. Is it
really all it’s cracked up to be? I wish I could ask her, but I
know she’d never tell me the truth.
    Benji and Nat stick close behind Tank, with
Aralie, Jules, and Cannon directly behind them. Big Tony gives Noah
the clear. He gets out first and reaches a hand back for me. I grab
my clutch and step out as ladylike as possible. I definitely
should’ve gone with a longer dress, but this one was the most
‘night club’ of all the ones I brought with me.
    As we make our way to the door, I hear the
words, “There they are!” and without even looking up, I know it’s
in reference to the boyband. A splash of white light hits my
peripherals. I don’t think I could ever get used to that many
camera flashes. Paparazzi must be out to blind celebrities these
days.
    “Just keep walking,” Noah says, leaning close
to me. “They’re not allowed inside, so our main focus is to
actually get inside.”
    Milo and Chloe stop for the cameras, posing
like the super couple they’re supposed to be, and as we pass by, I
hear someone ask them about trouble in Saturn paradise. Chloe’s
quick to shoot down the rumors. There is more shouting behind us as
we push our way inside. The bouncer doesn’t bother to check IDs
when we walk by. That’s definitely a perk.
    “So do the paparazzi show up everywhere you
go?” I shout to Noah over a thumping bass.
    “Pretty much,” he shouts back. “They always
get word of where we are, and everyone wants a piece of Chloe and
Milo right now.”
    Tank stakes out a back corner rounded booth
and waves us over. I’d rather be on the dance floor, but Noah
pushes through the crowd with Big Tony to get to the table.
    “Oh my gahhhh,” a girl says far too loudly in
my ear. “You’re Noah Winters! Can I get a picture?”
    Big Tony pulls aside while Noah talks to the
girl, asking if she’s ever been to one of their shows and what her
favorite SAS song is. Instead of standing here awkwardly, I
continue on toward the table and slide in next to Nat just in time
to hear Benji’s diva fit.
    “And then he said he didn’t give a damn if my
name was Harry Houdini, I wasn’t getting in if I wasn’t on