Track 6: Miss and Hit
“D
o you know you’ve been making that face every time you look at me?” Fi asked Gabriel, who kept cringing at the sight of the long scratch across her left cheekbone. “I feel like I’ve turned into a hideous witch or something.”
“No. I’m sorry. When I see that scratch on your face I start getting irrationally angry.”
It was past midnight, four hours since EG Project landed in Manila and found Gabriel at the airport waiting for them. Fi was surprised to see him there, barking orders at the male members of the band’s entourage. The most logical explanation, she thought, was that Amethyst gave him the green light to call the shots.
It wasn’t unheard of. Gabriel’s department was in charge of making sure the band stayed the pretty package they’re sold as, and the trio
