“So, they’re sending you to New York with Tiffany?” Russ asked, his voice deflated.
Les walked over and pulled Russ into a hug.
“I’m sorry, Russ. I don’t like it anymore than you do. But they feel if you come with me, someone may figure out you’re my partner. If they realize I’m gay and it gets out…well, it’ll kill the box office. So they want Tiffany to go on tour with me and make like we might have a thing for each other.”
“Will she know she’s just playing a game for the press?”
“I don’t really know,” Les said with a sigh. “I’m so new to all of this. I’m sorry. I hate being pushed back in the closet. That’s why I left Newton. More than that, I hate disappointing you after all you’ve done for me.”
“Hey, you want fame; you gotta be willing to pay for it. It comes with a price, right
