I sang my last song of the night a couple of hours later and went off stage to change. Brushing my hair back, I looked for the woman. I hadn’t seen her anywhere.
“Kenji?” I grabbed my manager and pulled him to the side.
“What’s wrong?” He looked worried.
“I have to see her. The woman who helped Jazzy. Have you seen her?”
“Let’s go to your dressing room, Aries. You have fans to meet. I’ll tell you what she said once we get there.”
Reluctantly, I let him lead the way to my dressing room. He held the door open for me, and I walked in, my arms crossed over my chest. Kenji closed the door behind me and locked it.
I started undressing and preparing to take a shower. There wasn’t much turnaround time between the end of my concert and the first of the meet and greets we had scheduled. Ken
