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“So you’re the famous Serena then, yeah?”
“And you must be the actually famous Milo, right?”
“You’re right, Rhy, she is something!” Milo replied, more to Rhys than to her.
“Rhysie here tells me you didn’t know who we were ‘til last night. He lying?”
“I’d heard of Misery, of course.” She didn't bother telling him how briefly she might have heard of their band. “I’m just not a panty-dropping fangirl… that’s all…”
Milo fist bumped Rhys and howled with laughter.
“Not yet, you mean,” he countered. Milo had been attractive the night before in the quick exchange she'd had with him, but now she realized he was much more than the blond-haired hottie she'd thought he was. Boyish, fun-loving charm oozed from him.
“Maybe, but I’ve had the chance to hear your lead guitarist unplugged, I think
