Chapter 3

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Lisa looked across her living room coffee table at her publicist, Rosé. She forced herself to listen to what Rosé was saying, even though her mind kept returning to a different woman entirely. Jennie. The woman who'd dominated her every waking thought for the past three weeks.

"Well..." Rosé said, her voice cutting through Lisa's thoughts. "The Today Show finally returned my call."

Lisa winced. She remembered the morning in question. Her band had been playing the Today Show's live summer concert series in the middle of midtown Manhattan, when she'd caught sight of Jennie in the crowd. It was the first time she'd seen her face in seven years, since the disastrous night Jennie walked out on her.

Lisa had spotted Jennie pressed up against a barricade, her designer suit and heels sticking out like a sore thumb amid the throng of screaming fans. Her only thought at the time had been to talk to Jennie. Lisa had left the stage in the middle of the set and pushed her way through the crowd. The few shouted words they'd exchanged in the frenzy had set the events of the past three weeks in motion.

"Do you want to hear the voicemail?" Rosé asked her.

"Do I need to hear the voicemail?"

"I think you might find it instructive."

Lisa watched Rosé lower her blonde-haired head and squint at her phone through the reading glasses she kept perched on the tip of her nose. She looked almost maternal at times, Lisa thought. Anyone observing them might have taken her for some doting sister or aunt perhaps. Looks could be deceiving. Rosé stopped scrolling through the messages and hit play. The irate voice of the Today Show's executive producer blared around them.

"... Lisa Manoban is a loose cannon. If she can't manage to stick to the script long enough to perform a two-song set..."

Lisa waved for Rosé to stop. "I get the picture."

"I can try to smooth it over, but you got to give me some kind of explanation."

Lisa sighed. An explanation. Rosé wanted an explanation.

"It was her?" Rosé asked Lisa. "It was Jennie? That's why you left the stage?"

"Yeah, it was Jennie."

Rosé nodded. "You can't do that, Lisa. I need you to exercise a little impulse control."

She chuckled. Impulse control had never been her strong suit, and they both knew it. "Sorry," Lisa muttered.

"That means you can't go tweeting unreleased material you don't own the rights to, either."

"Those were my songs." Lisa shot back. Rosé had her laptop open, and she pulled up Lisa's Twitter account. She didn't need to look at the screen to know what her tweet had said.


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Messages to Jennie... how many was I supposed to send?

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3:27 AM - 04 June 2013

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