Read Lipstick & Zombies (Deadly Divas Book 1) for Free Online Page B

famous people, and you have no idea how many times I've gone in the wrong room and just talked and talked and talked, and only after I'd totally missed my appointment did someone bother to tell me that I was in the wrong room and, like, I really can't afford that today. I'm becoming a popstar. I'm sure you can be late for that because what are they going to do, like, find somebody else? I don't think so. But still. It's polite not to waste people's time, you know, especially when those people are working to help make you rich and famous, you know?"
    "Honey, you talk too much."
    Dee turned just her face to the newcomer, her left hand firmly on her hip, and asked, "And who are you?"
     
    GERRI
     
    "Gerri," she said, and framed her face with her hands. "They always save the best for last." The talker turned the rest of the way, so her back wasn't facing Gerri, but apparently had no manners because neither her nor the rest of the girls introduced themselves. "And you all are?"
    "Dee," the talker said, and held out her hand. Now they were getting somewhere.
    "Well, Dee, those are some fierce shoes."
"I know! And did you see this girl's fuchsia heel? I was just saying it was such a good choice. I just feel so much relief when I see someone in a good shoe, you know?"
    "Sure, honey," Gerri said. "And what's the rest of your names?"
    "Sadie," the fuchsia heel said.
    "Good name," Gerri said. "Maybe more like a rockstar than a popstar."
"Definitely," Dee agreed.
    Sadie just stared back at her, and so did the other two, who didn't offer up their names.
    "Well," Gerri said. "You think they'd offer us some drinks for this awkward little mixer in here, don't you think?"
    "Exactly," Dee agreed.
    "They tell you bitches what we're supposed to be doing in here?"
    "No, they just like led me here, and they said I was going to be a popstar, but does waiting around in some cramped room doing absolutely nothing seem like something a popstar would do to you? I don't think so. This better be on the up and up because I already told my parents and all those mean girls at school and I will just never live this down if it's not the real thing, you know?"
"Cool it, hon," Gerri said. "It's just the first day. I say we take ourselves a little hiatus and hit up that bar next door. I'm sure the nice looking gentlemen at the bar would be happy to serve the five hot new Deadly Divas."
    "Perfect," Dee agreed.
    "I—" The girl standing in the corner stammered out the single sound like it left her body of its own volition.
    "You okay, hon?"
"I—I—" Her skin filled with red so fast it was like a special effect. If it were an act, on stage, it would have been awesome. But it wasn't an act. And this girl was going to be on stage with Gerri real soon. This was... bad.
    "It's okay, you just say it when it's ready to come out honey," Gerri said. Maybe she was intimidated by Gerri. That happened a lot. They encountered more greatness than they thought one person could hold and just lost control of their minds for a minute. Gerri hoped that was what it was. She couldn't deal with that kind of weird on a daily basis.
    The girl swallowed and gripped her wrist, and like it was a dimmer switch, the red in her face died down. "I don't think it's a good idea," the girl finally said. "What if they come looking and can't find us?"
"What if they do?" Gerri asked. "They gonna find five new girls before we get back?"
The door slid open behind Gerri, and some new white woman with wavy brown hair and a serious phone addiction came in. Her eyes still focused on the screen in her hand, she said, "If we have to, but we'd rather not."
    "And who are you?" Gerri asked. Dee stepped closer behind Gerri, her hand planted back on her hip. She'd make great back up, Gerri decided, on stage and in life—if you were the type of person who separated the two.
    "Willa Weinstein," she said. "Your manager."
    "We have a manager?" Gerri asked.
    "Finally," Dee said.
    "Good," Gerri said. "Because I've