At just 20 years old, Aria Anderson had burst onto the scene, freshly graduated with a degree in choreography that showcased her mastery of ballet, modern, and jazz techniques, along with a keen understanding of body conditioning. It was during this...
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"What the fuck, Frank." I say as I sliding into the car.
L take my lollipop out of my mouth. "Didn't I tell you to handle this shit?" I say and pop it back into my mouth.
I'm so annoyed. Today took a lot out of me. I just wanna be with Aria. Have our first day and relax with her before my next couple of shows. I haven't even spoken to her about how the first leg of my tour is almost over. Only four shows left. What's gonna happen with us? Will she go back to Chicago? Will she even be a part of the second leg? Will she even still want to be with me?
"Mike." He says.
I remove my lollipop.
"I pay you to handle shit like this." I breathe out.
"Mike, relax." I hear.
My eyes fall on my business partner and really good friend. This man could be my best friend.
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"Daemen." I say in a happier tone.
"How have you been Mike?" He greets with his hand out. "Always got some candy. You are glowing brother."
This woman got my nose all wide open. I reach for his hand and shake it.
"I'm a good man." I say with a huge smile on my face.
"Bill." He says quickly. "What happened?" He says while laughing.
"He fell in love." Bill answers quickly.
Gee thanks, Bill.
"What?" He chokes out.
"She's one of his dancers."
Talking about me like I'm not even here.
"Please tell me it wasn't Tatianna. She's beautiful but, she ain't go no ass and her personality is boogie as hell."
"Be nice." Bill says while laughing. "But, no it isn't her. He kicked her off the tour."
"I'm not surprised. My brother is a perfectionist."
