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other side of the couch.
    " Fine. I’m totally fine," I said. I sat up straighter and pulled my dress down around my knees. I noticed I’d spilt something on it and tried to adjust myself to hide it.
    He just raised an eyebrow.
    I hadn’t said anything stupid, had I? I wanted to tell him how great he’d been on stage and how his music made me feel. If only I could get the words together right but, before I could say anything, a guy in ripped jeans sat down on the other couch.
    I picked up my coffee. Ah, coffee. My friend. Just the smell made me feel better. Then I took a sip.
    Oh. My. God.
    That was maybe the grossest thing I’d ever had in my mouth.
    " What the hell is this?"
    Maybe Jack Colt had done it on purpose . As a gag. Make the worst coffee ever then laugh at me when I drank it.
    But he wasn’t laughing. Not at me. He and the other guy kept talking.
    " What about that chick after the gig, mate? She wanted a piece of you."
    " Her and the rest of them. It’s always the same thing. ‘You were so great up there. The way you played touched me deep inside. No one’s made me feel like that’."
    He imitated her in a high -pitched voice.
    Did guys really talk like that about women? Guys like this obviously did. What pigs. I crossed "be nice to Jack Colt" off my mental to-do list. The bad taste in my mouth wasn’t just from that disgusting coffee.
    " The worst thing is, afterwards they think they own you."
    " It’s about the music, right," Ripped Jeans added. "Chicks just hold you back."
    I gave Ripped Jeans a sweeping look. I don’t think many women would be in a hurry to hold him back. Not in that way, anyway.
    " You coming?" Ripped Jeans nodded his head at a door near the kitchen. It looked like it led to the bathroom.
    He got up and Jack followed him.
    Whoa, he’s gay? Poor Angie. She had no chance. It did explain all the misogynist chat though. He hated woman and batted for the other team. Though no gay guy I’d ever met talked about women like that.
    I curled up on the couch, hoping everyone would shut up and let me sleep.
    Then it hit me. They weren’t gay. The bathroom thing plus rock party. I’d seen movies. I knew what went down.
    No matter how badly I needed the money, I had no intention of getting mixed up with a bunch of junkie rockers.
    I marched to the bathroom, expecting to see a scene of carnage. People lolling around in a drag crazed stupor with needles hanging out of their arms. Blank eyes and drooling mouths.  Razor blades and blood, all thrown together in a gritty black and white montage.
    But Jack couldn’t be a junkie, surely. He was far too buff and meaty-looking. Junkies were pale and pathetic. Kind of like vampires without the fangs. I’m pretty sure they didn’t have ripped six packs.
    I smashed the door open, ignoring the voice screaming in my head for me to stop. Nothing I saw in there would do me any good.
    Someone clutched my wrist and I swung around.
    "Hannah, I don’t think you want to go in there." Eric looked at me with concern.
    I’d seen it though . A chick with long black hair leaning over the sink snorting something; a few others including Jack standing around. There were definitely drugs being done in there but nothing like I’d imagined. No needles. No crazy-eyed stares. No black and white.
    Eric pulled me away.
    "It’s nothing, Hannah. It’s just a bit of party fun. It’s not like we do this every day."
    I hadn’t said anything but I must have had disapproval all over my face.
    "It’s cool. You guys can do what you want."
    I folded my arms and thought about this. Would it hurt me in anyway? Like if they got busted, would it wash off on me? Could I deny all knowledge?  I was only their manager.  Not even a real manager just a tentative one.
    " It’s just that?" I asked.
    Eric nodded.
    "What about you? Do you…"
    Eric shrugged.
    "Now and then but it’s not really my thing. But surely you’ve tried drugs before? I mean, everybody has."
    Before I could