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needed, but it was our doing.  He hadn’t played the instruments.  He hadn’t written the songs.  He’d found and managed the talent but he was not the talent itself.  Still…I supposed he had a right to be smug and to feel good about what we’d accomplished that evening.  “You little shits,” he said, and I was feeling so great, his bullshit tonight didn’t bother me a bit.  “I am impressed.  Usually, all you’ve done is just enough to make an erection go completely limp but tonight?  Tonight, I felt it.  Tonight, you were a group, a band , and today I am proud to be your producer.  This is what I’ve known could happen all along.  Now…enjoy the spoils, you little whores.”
    Barbie couldn’t keep her mouth shut.  “What spoils, Peter?  I see nothin’.”
    Andrew grinned.  “Champagne’s on the way up.”
    Kelly asked, “They’re not gonna card us or anything?”
    “You’re stars.  Besides, I’m answering the door.  No one’s gonna say shit.”
    “In the meantime,” Peter continued, “I have work to do, so I’m going back to my room.”
    Liz furrowed her brow.  “Don’t you want to celebrate with us?”
    “I’d love to…but you girls are the ones who earned it.  Remember tonight—and I want you to aim for even better performances after this.  Tonight, though?  Enjoy yourselves.  You’ve earned it.”
    So the champagne arrived a few minutes later and it flowed like water.  I don’t remember walking back to my room, but I do recall when my head hit the pillow.  Even through bed spins, I smiled myself to sleep.  I was now a bonafide rock star.
    * * *
    The next morning on the road sucked.  Peter gave us each forty dollars and told us to make it last for all three meals of the day.  No problem.  I didn’t feel like eating.  But when we stopped at McDonald’s, I got an Egg McMuffin and a coffee anyway.  My head was throbbing and my mouth felt like the Sahara.  I puked the first bite of sandwich shortly after I swallowed it, but Andrew ate the rest of my McMuffin.
    I didn’t tell him I threw it up.
    Instead, while Peter and Andrew ate breakfast with Liz and Kelly, Vicki, Barbie, and I sipped coffee and water outside and smoked cigarettes.  God, I felt like I was going to die.  I’d had a couple of hangovers before, but not like this.  I felt like my stomach was revolting.  That had been dumb, and I’d have to remember to not drink as much.
    I only had to, once again, pray I could make it through a show, because tonight we’d be playing at a stage in Omaha, Nebraska.
    I tried to sleep on the trip and only dozed off here and there.  At one point, I got a text from CJ that I glanced at.  How was your first show, Rock Star?
    I’d reply later.  I wasn’t in the mood for flirting, through texts or otherwise.  And I was still pissed at him.
    We were pulling into Omaha a few hours later, early enough to check into the motel (another cut-rate place) and grab a couple of hours before having to head to the venue.  When I woke up, I felt good enough to stand in the shower under a warm stream of water without feeling like I was going to keel over.
    I was ready to rock.
    I came out of the steamy bathroom and Vicki tried to entice me with a bottle of rum.  She and Barbie were sharing a drink.  Yeah…Barbie, Vicki, and I had a room together this time.  As long as Barbie didn’t hog the mirror or act like her often-bitchy self, we’d get along fine.  “C’mon, Kyle.  It’ll help you relax.”
    “Hell, no.  I need to be completely sober so my performance is perfect.  And, besides, I still don’t feel one-hundred percent.  All that shit last night fucked me up.”
    In a sing-songy voice, Barbie said, “Kyle can’t hold her liquor.”
    “Fuck off.”  I pulled a comb through my hair, working out the tangles so I could blow dry it.
    “Just one sip, Kyle.”
    “Dammit, guys.  What about the word no isn’t sinking in with you?”
    “God,” Barbie