"Hey. What about us?" Cobra asked.
"You know the score," Gary told him. "She succeeds, you succeed. And that could mean another album and more studio money for you guys." He paused. "And Cobra? Behave yourself."
"Man." He laughed. "That's no fun."
"It would be less fun to get kicked off of this gig."
"Yeah?" The bass player's features were arranged in a sneer. "I'm the best f*****g bassist you can buy, man. I'm not going' anywhere."
""Just behave. You ready, Jas?"
Jasmine grabbed her little cosmetic bag and did a quick repair job, fluffing her hair and checking her outfit. She slapped her Stetson back on and turned to Gary.
"Okay?"
"We think you look gorgeous," Tony Baez, her lead guitar player called out. "Forget about him."
There was another knock on the door.
"That'll be you
