I turned to see Monty Mabuse, dressed down in jeans and a Metallica T-shirt coming toward us. I really didn’t want to talk to him. I turned back to Sandy. “I’m gonna head to the employee area for a while. See you in a bit.”
“Ben, wait,” I heard Monty say, but I kept on walking. “Please,” he persisted, but I refused to slow my stride.
He moved to stand in front of me. “Would you just stop for a minute?” He blocked the passageway, so I had to halt.
“Aren’t you supposed to be on tour?” I asked, wanting to get away from him as quickly as possible.
“We leave on Friday night.”
“I have nothing more to say to you.” I moved around him, but still, he followed.
“Can I just talk to you for a minute?” By now, we’d arrived at the door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY.
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