THIRTY-NINE
Jason munched his way through a stack of sublime pancakes while the girls took turns in the bathrooms. They wanted to look good for the line-up. For the first time, he wondered if they did it for him or for the cameras. Were they trying to catch the eye of some talent scout who saw them on their screen, or did they honestly think a perfectly lipsticked pout beneath mascara-slicked lashes would change his mind about sending them home?
He shook his head. They evidently had never paid attention to the girls in the band. Both Angel and Jo had worn enough stage makeup to blend in at a KISS concert. Anonymity after the concerts had been easy for them – just wash the muck off and walk out, without a single fan identifying them.
These girls wanted to be noticed. But could they hand
