Kira laughed. "I know. Oh, and also, Inferna is protesting the very air you breathe and refuses to go to any Fiery Boys concerts while you're backstage."
I wondered why I hadn't seen her for a few days. "That's downright considerate of her."
"Yep. But watch out! She's rebranded her site to focus on you. Her tagline is now, 'The site for Fiery Boys fans who hate Annalisa.' And she's becoming more and more incoherent. Long nonsensical screeds on why she should have won that contest instead of you. Her latest argument is that you're an evil witch who has the Fiery Boys under a magical spell." Kira paused. "Can you teach me how to do that?"
I giggled. "I don't have that particular power, but wow can I tell stories. Wait for them."
"No problem. Besides, I have to go. I'll keep you posted on the outside world."
"Thanks, Kira." We hung up.
I had been sitting on Chuck's orgy bed in the back of the bus. The bed was unmade, a jumble of sheets, blankets, and pillows. As I stared more closely, I noticed a discolored patch on a sheet. That was enough-I got up from the bed. It had always surprised me that nobody slept in this spacious and comfortable bedroom, but I now understood the reason. Chuck came by every day and made a mess of the place. Nobody wanted to sleep here, not even him. This was just his sex pad-such a waste.
I returned to the living room for more of my romp-free week on the Fiery Boys tour bus.