Pepper
I shouldn’t be so happy to be in Tony’s keeping again, but I am. The guy should’ve been a band manager. He’s ten times better than Hugh. He just seems to get it. He knows the fans are important. He understands sometimes it’s about giving back to them, and not just selling albums or tickets to a concert. That it’s about loving on them.
He sees that but he also takes care of “the talent.” Of me. He knew when I was done, even when I wouldn’t admit it.
And I am totally and completely exhausted.
And famished.
I elbow Tony and he looks down, a wrinkle of concern on his forehead. “What is it, songbird?”
Songbird.
I love his pet name for me. So much better than when he throws out sweetheart, which always sounds a little scornful.
I put my fingers to my lips and attempt the sign lan
