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dressing I remembered something.”
    “What’s that?” She hoped her sudden nervousness didn’t show as she shifted in her seat, taking a quick sip of her wine.
    “I know I’ve seen you at concerts before.  Even with the lights, I saw your smile because you were always front and center. But the last time you came to the VIP meet and greet after the concert, you asked for a piece of gum and gave each of us a card. Am I right? Was that you?” Nico questioned.
    Shontell blushed. Now how in the heck could he have remembered that? I’m sure they saw a hundred, or at least a few hundred, women that night. And each year it was always the same, she thought to herself .
    Yes, she did ask him for a piece of gum. She was being flirty. That night was one of the best pictures she had with them. She had been to every Detroit show—close to maybe thirty or forty shows—and it always felt like the first time. The guys were all still full of energy, and it showed as they interacted with each other backstage. It was such a rare occasion. One of the things she remembered the most was his cologne as she stood between him and John that night.  It had the scent of sage and musk. It was so intoxicating.
    Before she could answer him, Martin and the rest of the group came into the suite. The rest of the group was dressed similar to Nico, with John having on the same color shirt as he did. David and Dennis wore oatmeal colored shirts with yellow vests. The band members filtered in, and everyone mingled for about twenty minutes. Time passed so quickly and, before she knew it, they were heading to the club in the limo.
    They arrived at the club and entered through the back. She watched as the guys got themselves ready to greet their fans. Within minutes, they were introduced and hit the stage in full energy. The crowd went absolutely wild. An hour into the night, Shontell was glad the night was going good. She had slightly prepared herself to deal with some of the normal issues—like the sound system failing or overcrowding—but tonight everything went as planned. Throughout the club, the ladies were dressed to impress, baring their cleavage and legs. The bouncer informed her that the line outside was still wrapped around the corner.
    Shontell noticed how the women flaunted themselves in the presence of the guys. She laughed to herself, wondering if she would be just like them if she wasn’t working. Pulling her schedule from her purse, she double checked the time. She caught Mr. Downs’s attention and nodded to him. He gave her the signal back and motioned for one of the band members. The group had forty-five minutes or so to continue mingling. She noticed Dennis dancing with two women. The rest of the guys were still out posing for pictures as they were approached. She scanned the room and locked eyes with Nico. He was watching her. After a few seconds, she broke the eye contact; blushing and looking down momentarily. When she glanced back up, Nico was gone.
    The DJ played one of the groups’ songs, and the crowd began to cheer. She was humming along and tapping her foot in sync with the slow music when she noticed Nico coming in her direction. She stood up in her place, trying not to look as nervous as she felt.
    Holding his hand out to her, he asked, “Would you like to dance?”
    Shontell looked around as she silently thought over his request. She took his hand, and they walked to the dance floor. He spun her around as she easily went into his arms and followed his lead. She loved formal social dancing, although it wasn’t done much anymore. Being in his arms felt so good…better than she actually wanted to admit. Just as she thought she would be able to handle dancing with him, he did the unthinkable. He started to sing to her softly. Shontell had to hold back her tears. She was shaking and hoped he didn’t feel it, but he did. He stopped singing.
    “Are you ok?” he asked.
    “Um, yes. I guess I am getting a little bit