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Hunter.”
    “It got me interested in music,” he said. “I took some guitar lessons after school through a Boys & Girls Club program. I had kind of a knack for it, and that stuck.”
    “Is that why you support that organization to this day?”
    “Definitely, but don’t tell anyone. I prefer the obnoxious persona compared to people thinking I’m a sensitive guy, because I’m not. That’s not me.”
    “It’s really not there or you avoid it?”
    “It’s just not necessary; I can’t say I avoid it. The outspoken club is a rather lonely one, because some people make an attempt at speaking out and then turn into pussies the second they get some backlash. I don’t back down.”
    “Unless you’re going to get suspended from school. Then you do,” I said.
    Hunter looked at me. I was keeping a straight face. He slowly broke out into a smile and said, “You’re a smart ass. That’s a good thing for your job, I suppose. So, tell me more about you?”
    “Not in a million years. It’s irrelevant, not interesting.”
“Which makes me believe that it is.”
    I liked to have a good time and talk with all sorts of people, but not when I was conducting an official interview. Was it where I’d get my best information? God, no; however, I wanted it to show that I was the one in control here, not Hunter. I slid one of my legs under the other and angled my body toward him, showing that I was opening up. Body language and journalism go hand in hand when you were trying to get into someone’s head.
    “It’s been suggested that you’re a control freak. Talk about that,” I said.
    “Control freak? I don’t recall hearing that,” Hunter said. “I guess it’s apt. Being in control makes me feel good.”
    “How?”
    “I can dictate what’s happening better, and I like that. Have you ever looked at a situation and wanted to change the tide of how it was going so badly that it was distracting?”
    I nodded. This conversation was on the verge of giving me that type of feeling.
    “Well,” Hunter continued, “I don’t do well with that, at all. Never have, and never plan on it, either. I think it’s one of my strengths.”
    “It never trips you up?”
    “Well, I can’t say never, but overall, it works.”
    “Talk about when you became friends with Simon and Gauge.”
    “It was a high school musical. We were all in it, Grease , the only one that our school ever did that wasn’t Broadway classical. Well anyway, we all worked on the music and found out that we didn’t sound half bad together. It kind of grew from there.”
    “You have a really great voice, don’t you?”
    “It’s fair.”
    “It’s said that it’s better than Gauge’s. Ever wish you were the lead singer?”
    “No.” He answered too fast, and I knew that he was not being completely truthful.
    “Not even when Gauge had a little collapse and was letting you guys down?”
    “Well, maybe. It’s all good now, though. It’s a sweet deal, and someday I’ll cut my own tracks. That’ll take care of that desire.”
    “Is there a break in sight after this tour? You guys have been going strong for a few years. Nobody would deny that you’re overdue.”
    “I don’t think that far out.” Again, I knew he wasn’t being truthful. That, in and of itself, told me something important about Hunter Martinez. He allowed people to think they knew him because of his outspoken personality, but there was a lot more internal dialogue going on than external. I was glad to suspect that, too, because it made him seem less shallow.
    The next two hours went by quickly, and I had decent enough background information and basics. Follow-up interviews would be better because I’d have some research done on the hunches I had. It excited me to think that I’d get to dive into some investigation.
    “Well, I don’t have anything else right now,” I said. “Any questions?”
    Hunter reached down, pulled up the pant leg on his jeans, and pulled out a small