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Em was off her game. She knew it.
Three songs into her performance and she could already imagine the bad reviews she was destined to receive. She was distracted, caught up remembering the feel of Andre’s fingers and lips, and also confused. Not by what she and Andre had done… or, really, what Andre had done to her. But by what had come before that.
Had Vi done something to her?
The production manager spoke forcefully into her earpiece, and Em realized she had missed a cue. s**t.
Jerry played the line again, covering up her mistake, and she shot him a thankful look, but he had a sour look on his face.
She was screwing things up for him, too.
Em began singing and shoved all of her thoughts into a narrow corner of her mind. She could worry about all that crap later. Much, much later
