Epilogue
Six months later
Jared
I’m in a suit. Yes, you heard that right. An actual, f*****g suit. I’m standing outside the warehouse like a goddamn maître d'. Angelina is somewhere inside right now, flitting all over the place like a mad woman, answering the million questions being fired at her by her company dancers and the pack members I hired to help make her debut run smoothly.
She can invest in real theater tech staff in the future, once we’ve fine tuned the production and know exactly what she needs. Or we can keep it just pack, which Angelina seems to love. Probably because they treat her like a goddamn princess, or they know I’ll smash their faces in.
Trey arrives in Angelina’s car. I sent him on a last minute run to the store to get more refreshments for the post-performance
