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against a hyena named Mitch.

    Mitch sniffed. “Why am I not surprised? You look all the same.” And she coughed under her breath, “Sluts.”

    “Yeah, well, that’s what Staffan Aehrenthal likes, haven’t you heard? Unlike you fan girls. ” Carmina coughed ‘bad in bed’ under her breath.

    This was probably a good time to make it clear that Saffi had started out as a fangirl but had decided to convert to the groupies’ religion for her nineteenth birthday because Staffan Aehrenthal liked his women slutty. She opened her mouth to speak, but the two other women beat her to it.

    “Take that back, whore,” Mitch shrieked.

    “Not on your life, you fugly hag!”

    All of a sudden, Saffi found herself in the middle of a hair-tearing, nail-clawing catfight, literally untouched but surrounded by screaming and hissing women. She gasped when one of Mitch’s followers made a swipe at her backstage pass, taking Saffi by surprise. She quickly tried to grab it back, managing to catch a corner of the card. The other woman pulled it back at the same time.

    The tearing sound put a halt to the entire fight, everyone gazing at the torn backstage pass in Saffi’s hands.

    “Oh, that’s too bad.” Mitch’s giggle sounded as awful as a squealing mouse caught in a rat trap. She pulled out something from her bag. “Good thing me and my girls have this!” She waved a backstage pass at Saffi, making her gasp.

    “Why?” Her tone was heavy with confusion. Saffi couldn’t understand at all why Mitch had taken such lengths to get her pass when all of them apparently had one already.

    Mitch’s laugh was incredulous. “You really had to ask?” She threw Saffi and the others a look of disgust. “Because groupies like you don’t deserve to be near Staffan.”

    It was, Saffi had to admit, a great exit line, and all she could do was blink back tears as Mitch and her companions headed towards the door. All she could see was Staffan Aehrenthal hand-selecting Mitch and company. The thought made her sick. She had to think of a way to get inside the backstage area. Surely the bouncer at the exit remembered her face? Surely Staffan himself would remember her? Right?

    Seeing the tears brightening the younger girl’s eyes, Carmina stuck her foot just as Mitch walked past her, catching the other woman in surprise and causing her to fall flat on her face. Her friend shut the door on Mitch’s face, which was slowly turning purple with outrage.

    Carmina touched Saffi’s shoulder hesitantly. “Hey.” This one was definitely new to a G’s world. No G she knew in her entire life was this…soft. Carmina’s lips trembled with suppressed laughter as the younger woman tried to sniff back her tears with a loud odd sound, something like a cross between a pig’s snort and a car’s honking horn.

    Saffi forced herself to smile. “Thanks for helping me.”

    When the other girl released another one of her freaky snorts, Carmina’s hand trembled in her effort not to let her laughter out. “It’s…ah…okay.” She cleared her throat, willing the laughter to go away, staring hard at Saffi’s face because she didn’t want to look at the other Gs. They were all laughing silently, those horrible bitches. Couldn’t they see that this girl was completely distraught?

    Yet another snort came out from Saffi’s delicate, rosebud-shaped mouth, and Carmina bit her lip hard.

    After clearing her throat several times, Carmina told Saffi, “Don’t worry about the backstage pass, hon. We groupies have our own way of getting in.”

    Ten minutes later, and Saffi wasn’t sure if she had heard Carmina and the bouncer – who wasn’t the same guy that let her out earlier –were saying.

    “Cock knob?” she echoed faintly.

    What the heck was that?

    ~~~

    “Err, boss, I think you need to come out.” Bob stood at the doorway of Staffan’s dressing room, glancing over his shoulder worriedly as he spoke.

    Staffan bit back an impatient