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over the next. But I can’t see anyone,
Stacy’s standing right in my line of sight. Grabbing my hand again
he pulls me in tow into the living room. Where stands all four band
members and two rather slutty women in tight clothes and breasts
about to fall out of their glittery tops. I resist the urge to roll
my eyes at them.
    “Hey Stacy we weren’t disturbing you and your
guest were we?” the man I recognize as the drummer asks him with a
wink.
    Stacy chokes like he’s got something caught
in his throat. Man am I that terrible to think he’d sleep with me?
I let go of his hand. He’s offended me. Some best friend he is.
    “No guys this is Emily. My new Co road
manager.”
    “Assistant.” I chime in.
    “You hired a chick to work with us?”
Johnathan the lead singer asks him. I swear it’s like I am not even
in the damn room right now. Fucking men.
    “Yes. I did. I told you guys that, if you
would have listened to me. I’ve known Em nearly my whole life and
she will be helping me wrangle the four of you.” He points to them
all one by one.
    Johnathan chuckles and I’m insulted again.
Jesus can this introduction get any worse?
    “She’s just a kid. Look at her, how she could
help?” he looks me up and down like I am the worst thing he’s ever
laid eyes on. “Does she even know the first thing about being our
manager? Or Co manager? Whatever the fuck.” Johnathan says his tone
sticky with acid.
    Man, he is a dick. What did I ever do to him?
I’ve just met the damn guy and he already thinks I am too young and
inexperienced. Fuck that. Fuck him! Not literally.
    “I’m twenty four for your information and I
am standing right here. If you have something to ask me you can
talk to my face. It would be most appreciated. And yes I have some
experience. I graduated NYU with a bachelors in Public Relations. I
think I can handle it.” I sass.
    Man, I’m being a total bitch. But I refuse to
be treated like some half ass woman because I’m short, look young
and have a vagina.
    “Oh she told you.” The one guitarist
chuckled. Then the entire band laughs and Stacy looks at me like I
just hit him in the face with a book. I shrug. He should know me
well enough to know I will not be treated less than I deserve.
Hello, that’s why I stay single. Men are just a cluster fuck
waiting to happen. Man, I have a trucker’s mouth. Well my dad is a
trucker so I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
    “Listen short stack.” Johnathan says taking a
step towards me. Standing nearly toe-to-toe. Hot damn he’s tall and
well I’m short. But he’s got to be taller than my dad maybe six
five or maybe he just appears that way because his body is so
built.
    “What?” I add placing my hand on my hip. Yep
that’s right I’m a badass. A short one but I can hang in the big
leagues. Bring it on you big misogynistic ass-wipe. I can’t help
but crack a crude smirk.
    “If you come and stay here, living on a bus
with a bunch of dudes. You’ve got to get one thing straight. We
have cocks. We fuck hot chicks, drink, fuck some more and we’re
loud and sloppy. If you can’t handle it I suggest you hop the next
flight back to wherever it is you came from and go back to your
little sweet life with puppy dogs and cracker jacks.”
    Stacy and the rest of the band are watching
this whole damn thing play out. I am half tempted to cry because he
is being so mean. But I suck it up and I am so down with this. If
he wants to be a dick I will show him I can take it. I’m no weak
woman. Bring it on!
    I take another step forward. I can smell him.
He smells so damn good like cigarettes, spicy cologne and sweat.
What a heady combo. Yum. Oh no! I better stop that right now. I
hate this prick! Remember that Em!
    “Listen.” I blurt firmly with an attitude and
poke him in the chest hard with my finger. Oh my god! It’s like
this man is made of rock. Not rock and roll but the sedimentary
kind. “I don’t care who or what you fuck.