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"Willie, as you said that this process is called God-forsaken?"
"Gehenna, Ahmir".
Never once you remember the name of the place where she was performing.
I gave him one last checked, makeup and clothes were in place. Already disappeared from the face that look bored and contemptuous, replaced by a smile that could inevitably lead to capture the audience.
"Go, you are perfect."
When people recognize him broke the tense silence with a cry of joy.
From my privileged position backstage, I could see everything that happened, to study the public, always different yet always the same ... three teenagers on the verge of fainting, a beautiful red-eyed lost, a man very sexy olive-skinned, the bartender , which strangely did not watch the stage like the rest of the club but it seemed to have eyes only for the Reds ...
The crowd went wild, and how to blame her? Ahmir was unique, I never knew a person by his charm, his charisma and his talent. For a while 'I was infatuated with him, I think it was inevitable, then over time I began to understand who is behind the character of the pop star, and I decided to pass up. Not that Ahmir disdained homosexual relations, it was me who did not want to tie myself to a child unhappy, and alone. So, I was left cheat twice, I was fond of him and I became her babysitter, not even the satisfaction of having great sex.
Of course I did not mind the salary, the constant travel, the hectic life of showbiz. But sometimes I found myself dreaming of a 'normal' life, in which Ahmir was simply a star on TV. Ahmir
rushed backstage, the first part of the show was over. He mopped the sweat, drank a bit 'of balancing hydro, exchanged a few jokes with the technicians.
But there was something wrong.
was as if he avoided my gaze.
"Ahmir, tell me there is."
Look rabbit in a trap. "Nothing ... now I have to go back on stage."
During the second part of the show lambiccai my brain trying to figure out what might disturb it, but nothing. I continued to rack during the next party in the top venues in the city, until I decided to put it back to the hotel corner.
"Ahmir, make up your mind to talk."
Again hunted rabbit eyes.
"... Ahmir"
"You know who I saw in that disco? "
I looked at him. Who the hell could he see?
"I saw my sister."
"... Your sister?" To say I was stunned is an understatement. In so many years to accompany a commitment to another, supporting, and sometimes comforting, the idea that he might have a sister I had never even touched the antechamber of the brain.
"She managed to leave a note in his dressing room."
walked up and down the room, fiddling with his hands.
"It gave me an appointment. Tomorrow. In his apartment. "
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