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looked at him with a death glare.
    “You got some big hairy ones to call anyone out for being a racist dude,” Zach said, with a scoff. “Pot, please meet kettle.  Seriously bro.”
    Adam hissed before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking off.  He made it about five feet before turning back to his band mates and stomping toward them. “I’m not racist and I know I’m an asshole for what I said in that interview.  Please believe no one on the fucking planet has made that more clear to me than the girl in sweatpants sitting in that make-up trailer.  So if anyone on this lot is allowed to give me shit it’s…”  Adam’s words dragged to a stop when he realized that not only were none of his band mates listening to his rant, but they were all entranced by something over his shoulder. Turning his head, he took in the sight, looked away, then looked quickly back. The anger on his face collapsed into pure shock.
    Shaun was strutting towards them in a skin tight red mini-dress, the bright fabric making her brown skin glisten and leap out dramatically. With every step she took the muscles in her legs flexed ever so softly, giving them an air of strength and femininity.   Breasts that she’d mastered hiding away sat perfect and plump at the top of the swooping sweetheart neckline and, as she walked, she tugged at the bottom of her dress, eyes riveted to Adam.  It was the eyes that got him—that held him.  To the casual observer Shaun’s orbs looked dark brown, almost black, but the shadow on her lids was so smoky and deep that it made the secret of her bronzed brown eyes jump out and wrap around his neck, claiming him. A small smile touched her red lips as she tossed her flat ironed hair out of her face.  It fanned around her curvy body like a jet black wave before coming to a luscious rest at the delicate curve of her waist.
    “Holy shit.”  Adam’s eyes fell from her head to her feet, and back up, again. 
    Shaun’s face curled in horror when she tripped over the heels Max had insisted she wear, successfully tumbling and falling oafishly into the chest of a man she’d never met.  She jammed her eyes shut and laughed at herself as she stood tall, using the man’s arms to steady herself.  Looking up into his almond eyes, she smiled, and he smiled back, making his eyes shrink and highlight his Asian descent.
    He clutched her arms.  “Hi. I’m Yoshi.  Drummer.”
    Shaun nodded, still leaning on him breathlessly, before motioning to herself. “Hi. I’m Shaun.  Liability.”
    Yoshi laughed.
    “Thanks for catching me.” She looked at Adam. “Was that a good ‘holy shit’ or a bad ‘holy shit’?”
    Adam opened his mouth to answer, his eyes still roaming her body.  He couldn’t speak.
    Zizo, having gotten deeply engaged in a conversation with the lighting tech, turned to Shaun, took her in, and threw his arms up in the air. “Oh thank god!” he cried, kissing the tips of his fingers and approaching her before taking both of her shoulders in his hands and nodding vigorously.  “Yes, yes, you will do.  This will do.  Ay dios mio,” he exhaled, hurrying back to his chair. “Okay people we are back in business… let’s go, let’s go!”
    The hundreds of people who had become chatty and distracted during the long interlude jumped to attention at the sound of Zizo screaming, and everyone began taking their place.
    Shaun watched Zizo saunter off and when she looked back to Adam she was flattered to find that he was still staring.
    With his mouth agape, Adam pointed behind him. “Uh, these are my band mates?” he said stupidly, his eyes roaming her body once more before peeking at Yoshi. “You’ve met Yoshi.”  His gaze lingered on his longtime drummer, before he dragged it over to Jon. “And this is Jon, guitar. He’s been my best friend since…”  Adam held a hand out, eyes wide, trying to think, “Forever.  And that’s Zach, we call him Noodle.  He’s a fuckin’