Chapter 8

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The room whirled in sparkly rainbows, and so did Ashanté.

Ha ha!  So kewl.

A barmaid turned on the spotlight, and Ashanté tried to catch the dust particles floating in the beam.

Sparkle fairies, help me sing!

And she did  sing.

The audience got up to dance, all but a tall suit in the back. Ashanté couldn't see him, but he watched her.  And he watched the audience.

They started chanting, all these working stiffs.

"AW SHON TAY! AW SHON TAY!"

The stiffs heard her sing a Mickey Guyton song.

"AW SHON TAY!"

The suit heard ka-ching.

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