CHAPTER 38

"So, then he moons the cops and runs ten blocks with his pants around his knees," Avery says, clanking her glass on the side table in the dressing room for emphasis. "And this guy"s running for treasurer?" I reply. "Apparently." We"re backstage after Frank"s second show in LA. The past two days have been nuts between rehearsals and soundchecks and hanging out with my friend. It feels strange not doing my own material after all my work for the showcase. But I"m working—as a singer. Frank"s people not only paid for the hotel—I"m actually getting compensated. "Emily! That"s Emily Carlton. Eddie Carlton"s kid." I turn to see the guys bent over the coffee table, and Frank waves me over. "You must"ve grown up backstage," one of the guys drawls. "Bet you have some great stories.&