"Wonder, babe, you might want to cut down on the cookies. You look hot now, but we wouldn't want America's favorite pop star to get a little chubby!" Steve pointed out to me as I stuffed my face with chocolate chips cookies. I rolled my eyes. It was about eight o'clock in the morning and I was already out and about. Obviously I needed something to keep me energized, and sugar always did the trick.
"Sorry…" I mumbled as I put down the cookie.
"Honey, the cookies are there for you. Have as many as you like," said the receptionist with red hair before she left the room. I was back in New York City with Tig and Steve at the main office for MTV Films. Why, exactly, was I here, was still a mystery to me. All I know is that Kayla's new manager called Tig and the next day I'm on a plane to New York.
"Wonder, Tig, Steve!" exclaimed a very big man in a suit who walked in the room. "Nice seeing you all again!" he shook my managers hands and kissed me on the cheek. I don't recall ever meeting him before, but I went along with it anyways. "So how do you like my new office? It's pretty nice isn't it?" he asked.
Pretty nice was an understatement. The room was huge. It had a monster sized flat screen covering one wall and another was completely glass, giving a perfect view to the Twin Towers. Best of all, it was stocked with chocolate chip cookies. "It's great." I complimented.
"Oh yeah," he responded, "It's sound proof too! In a city that never sleeps it's nice to get some quiet while I'm trying to work."
After a moment of friendly banter, Tig finally got to the point. "So Mr. Clad, I realize that my former client Kayla is working on a new film here at MTV Films, but what exactly are your interests with Wonder?"
"Ah!" he clapped his hands. "Kayla requested we have Wonder here sing the lead track for the film's soundtrack. As a business man, I couldn't help but think that was an excellent idea seeing how Wonder here is practically MTV's main source of income." He laughed but I think he was only half-joking. "So what do you say, would you be interested?"
"But if Kayla is the star of the movie… wouldn't she want to sing the leading track? I mean, she is a bestselling musician as well…" I commented. Steve nudged me and gave me the death stare.
Mr. Clad cleared his throat before responding. "Well originally that was what Kayla had planned… but some of our supervisors… um… insisted that you be given the job instead. Kayla gets the whole movie! She really doesn't need that much exposure anyways…"
I was astonished. This was supposed to be Kayla's movie, not mine. I'm sure she wouldn't like it if I took this opportunity from her. "I'm not sure if I can take you up on your offer…" I began.
Steve interrupted me "She'll definitely think about it."
Tig looked between us two as if we were toddlers getting in a fight over spilt milk. "Now hold on a second, Wonder. What are you thinking here?" Tig asked me.
I sighed. "I would have to talk to Kayla before I make any more decisions." I answered. "Honestly, I don't know if turning down your offer will make any difference, but I think Kayla should sing the lead song off of the soundtrack. It just seems right…"
"Wonder, that's crazy!" Steve murmured quietly but harshly.
Mr. Clad went silent for a moment before continuing. "Alright then, take as much time as you need- well not too long, the movie only has a couple months before it premieres… There is another thing I would like to address while we all are here," he stated.
"Yes," Tig prompted.
"MTV Films would like to know if you were interested in starring in your own film. Of course, this is just a suggestion; we don't have any contracts made up or anything like that. But just know that if you were interested, we could jump right on the idea." Mr. Clad offered.
It took me a moment to process what he had said. "What kind of movie?" I asked.
"Well, like I said, we don't have anything particular in mind. But we would be happy to send you scripts if you would like."
I looked at Tig with a look that said sign me up! "Yes" Tig began. "If you could have people from the studio send scripts to me, Wonder and I will surely think it over." He smiled.
"Well, then, I think that's the end to our business for the day," Mr. Clad stood up. "Thank you all for meeting me today." He shook all of our hands formally.
That's when it happened. I don't know how long it took me to process what I was seeing, or if I even processed it at all. But before I realized what I was doing, I was screaming at the top of my lungs.
"Look!" I pointed out the glass window incoherently.
"Holy shit!" Steve yelled at the precise moment the explosions started. It was very far away from where we were standing, yet I could see it perfectly. A plane had just crashed into one of the twin towers.
"Come on," I heard another voice shout. It was Karl, who I had forgotten was standing in the corner of the room the whole time. "We need to leave- now."
The travel down the stairs and out the door of the building was a blur, but once I was outside I couldn't have been more awake. " Oh my god!" people screamed on the streets, pointing to the disaster that had just occurred. It took the surrounding people about ten seconds to realize I was there. When they did I swarmed with people asking questions.
"Wonder, Wonder!" yelled the people on the streets. "What just happened up there?" someone asked me. As if I had the slightest idea.
"Get out of the way." Karl pushed. But he was only one man; as big as he was, there was no way he could fight off this crowd. Move. I thought in my head. Why were people surrounding me when something this terrifying had just happened?
"Where are we going?" I asked Karl. "Where did Tig and Steve go?"
"To find somewhere isolated and safe," He replied completely calm. We had gotten here in a Taxi and we hadn't called one to pick us up, as we were obviously not expecting such a rapid exit. Karl led me into a nearby Starbucks. Conveniently, the shop owner locked the door after I got inside to prevent the crowd of people from following me in.
"I'll call you a cab." The man told us after speaking with Karl.
"Wow, what an accident." Karl commented once I was settled down with a Double Chocately Chip Frappucinno in my hand.
"It didn't really look like an accident," I replied, knowing how crazy I sounded. "That was just unbelievable." I sat watching the new replay the clip over and over. How did they get that footage? Drinking a Frappuccino (which was my favorite snack in the world) was oddly comforting a moment like this. It seemed to be the only thing to keep me calm until the town car came to pick us up.
"Where to?" asked the driver as Karl and I got in (Steve and Tig had gone off in another car).
It took less than a heartbeat for me to respond. Before I knew what I was saying told the driver the address of the place in New York City I knew I would feel comfort. It was Freddy's apartment.
"What happened yesterday was a terrorist attack." Steve informed us the next day. "But that doesn't change anything. Our schedules are busy and we have a lot of work to do." Wow, I thought. Not even a national disaster could get me a day off. I was still a little bit shaky about the whole thing, but Steve did have a point. I could worry all I wanted, but I still had a job to do. Still, I couldn't get the image of the burning building out of my head. I shuddered.
"We better get moving." Tig said in a dull voice. He was definitely affected by the situation more than Steve. But then again, Steve has yet to show any sort of sympathy for anything. "Do you have all your things? We aren't coming back."
I looked around my suite to make sure I didn't forget to pack something. We were staying at Waldorf Hotel. Staying at Freddy's apartment seemed like I good idea at first, but then I realized he was back at his house in L.A and I didn't have a key. It was a bummer because there was nothing I wanted more than to be in Freddy's arms right now. "Let's go," I told them.
When we got to the Pop Life Records recording studio in Manhattan I was in for a serious surprise. "OMG you are even hotter in person!" yelled a man's voice. It was none other than Ricky Martin, the Latin heart throb pop star that every girl had a crush on even though he was totally gay (not that he'd ever admit it). He was super tan, super ripped, and drop-dead gorgeous.
"Omigosh!" I smiled. "Nice to meet you," I hugged him. Ricky Martin's people and my people had been talking for a long while about the two of us doing a song together. The duet was actually why I was here in the recording studio today. "I've never done a duet before so correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought normally we would record separately and then the song would be edited. I didn't expect to see you here!"
"Oh no way!" he spoke in his Spanish accent. "I don't work that way. We have to work together. It's the only way we will get the correct… chemistry!" he brought the tips of his fingers to his mouth and kissed them.
"I'm glad." I told him. "I feel the same way."
The song we recorded together was titled Nobody Wants To Be Lonely. It was yet another cheesy pop love song. This time about two people who are dying to be in love but can't seem to let their walls down enough to be vulnerable. It's definitely going to a mega hit.
Nobody wants to be lonely
Nobody wants to cry
My body is longing to hold you
So bad it hurts inside
Time is precious and it's slipping away
And I've been waiting for you all of my life
Nobody wants to be lonely
So why don't you let me love you?
We both sang together in the studio. Ricky stopped after the chorus. "You have some serious wind pipes."
"Thank you." I blushed. People complimented me on my voice all my life, but it wasn't every day I heard it from an international Latin pop star.
"I'm serious." He told me. "That's why I asked you to do this song for me for my next record. You're the only pop star around with any real talent these days." He explained. "My manager and I agreed you were a much better choice than that tone-deaf Kayla. But I'm afraid I might have been wrong."
I cringed. Kayla sounded a lot better in a studio than on stage, she didn't make up her own dance moves, or write her songs…but hey, it's no big deal. Image was all that mattered to her fans, and if she didn't mind her career being that way, then I wouldn't care either. I just liked to do things a little bit different than her when it came to music. Maybe she would be a better actress than musician. "What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, it's just that your voice is going to overpower mine. I don't think my ego can handle that." He joked.
"Oh well I can sing lower…" I offered.
He laughed again. "No, no your singing is absolutely perfect girlfriend."
"Aw, thank you." I smiled.
"I can hardly believe this. Your rich, famous, beautiful, talented… yet your still nice." He muttered. "I've never seen anything like it. I mean, I can be a total bitch at times too, and I'm not half as famous as you." he winked. I smiled back at him. Ricky Martin was definitely my new favorite gay pop star.
"Wonder, meet your new bodyguards," cheered Felicia, who was sitting in the living room of my finally unpacked L.A home. "This is Robert and Tony." She introduced them.
They were both huge (as big as Karl), black, and very intimidating. "Nice to meet you both." I shook their hands. "I feel safer already."
"Trust me," spoke Robert, in a very deep voice. "Karl already went over everything with us. No harm will ever come in your way again."
Karl, who was sitting on my couch, shook his head in approval. "Oh yeah," he said. "These guys already know the drill. There's not going to be one terrorist who's going to lay a hand on you."
I laughed. Ever since the terrorist attacked that happened on September 11th my entire management team, especially Felicia, had been going on about how I need more protection. As if the terrorist attacks had anything to do with me. They were so overprotective. Still, they definitely had a point. Everywhere I went there were crowds of people trying to get close to me and even though most were just harmless fans, things tended to get crazy.
"One of them will stay in the guest house at all times when you're here." Felicia informed me. "We don't need anyone else trying to break in."
Since moving into my new home about two weeks ago, five people had already attempted at breaking through my gate, but luckily I had security guards at the gate house to prevent them from coming in. Still, it felt good to have someone close by in the guest house attached to the side of my home.
"Thank you both." I told them before I left. "It was great meeting you."
After they left Felicia got into the passenger side of my new BMW convertible. I was excited to be behind the wheel until I almost backed into my garage. "Oh crap!" I laughed. "Sorry!"
Felicia brushed her brown hair out of her face, looking genuinely frightened. "I'm not so sure I should be letting you drive." She laughed. This was the first time she had been in the car with me since I got my license.
"You'll be fine!" I laughed. "MTV sent me all sorts of scripts I can choose from." I told her. "They really want me to do a movie."
"Well are you going to do it? Do you like any of them?" she asked wide eyed.
I sighed. "No… they are just so… typical. I got like ten scripts about being a pop star, ten more about me playing a famous movie star. I really don't want people to think I'm trying to make some kind of autobiography. I don't want it to be about fame. I don't like the scary movies they sent me. There is no way in hell I'm going to do be in an action movie. None of them are me." I told her honestly.
"Alright well, what did you have in mind? What kinds of movies do you like?" she asked me. I smiled. Felicia always cared about what I wanted.
"You know, like girly movies. I love chick flicks." I laughed.
"Well why don't you make your own idea and then give it to the producers. I'm sure they wouldn't have a problem with that."
"Hmm," I thought about it. "That's not a bad idea." Just then I heard one of my favorite songs come on the radio. I turned it up loud.
"Ooh, I love this song!" Felicia giggled. I swear she was like a teenage girl in a thirty-five-year-olds body.
I laughed and sang along to the song. "I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away. I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is (and baby all I need for you to know is) I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away I don't know where my soul is. I don't know where my home is, all I need for you to know is…" I was so into my own little world that I didn't even notice there was someone trying to talk to me in the car pulled up beside me. "Huh?" I asked as I turned down the music.
"Hi!" said a random woman I had never seen before. She had her window rolled down and she was bent across the chair so she could put her head out the window.
"Hi," I replied, slightly confused by the situation.
"Can I take a picture of you?" the woman asked.
"Take a picture?" I laughed. I was so confused. Why would she want to take a picture of me, I thought. And then it dawned on me. Oh, I was Wonder Blake. I was an international pop star. "We're driving girl!" I smiled, looking around to make sure we weren't holding up traffic. "Sure, you can take a picture." I offered.
"Aw, thank you." the woman said as she took out her camera. "My son is never going to believe this. He just loves you."
"No problem!" I assured her after I smiled for the camera. "Have a good day." I told her as I drove away. "That was so weird." I told Felicia. "Stuff like that happens to me all the time, but it's still weird."
"When she was talking to you at first, you turned down the music and you were like 'huh'" Felicia imitated me in a loud, obnoxious voice as she giggled.
"Don't make fun of me!" I laughed along with her. "She must have thought I was, like, mentally slow or something. I just forget, you know?"
"No, I get it." Felicia assured me. "Just next time we'll have to put the roof up." She pointed to the non-existent top of my convertible.
I sighed. "Well this sucks…" I commented as I pressed the button bringing the roof over my head. So much for having free space and fresh air to breathe...
When Felicia and I stepped out of my car, we were greeted by hundreds of eyes staring at us through the windows of the building in front of us. "Aw, look how excited they are to see you." Felicia pointed.
I smiled. This past year I had created the Wonder Blake Foundation. The main focus of the company was to run a summer camp for under privileged children with amazing talents that couldn't afford to pursue their dreams on their own. This year was the first time the camp had been open, and I was extremely excited to see the show that the children attending had planned for me.
"Wonder, how are you doing beautiful?" Wade Robinson asked me when I entered the camp's main building.
"I'm amazing! How has the camp been?" I asked him. Because I wanted the kids in my camp to have the best experience possible, I hired the same professionals I work with to work at the camp. Wade Robinson, being the best choreographer for the job, was the first person I hired to help choreograph dance moves with the children.
"Oh they are amazing! Really talented." He told me. "But they are just so excited to see you today. I think everyone's a little nervous."
After watching the musical the kids put on for me and their parents (which was extraordinary, I might add) I sat down to meet the kids one on one and sign autographs. It was a very personal moment for, considering that I used to be just like them: desperate to perform and entertain. Meeting fans is always kind of awkward. Some of the kids were afraid to talk to me, and others started to bawl their eyes out. Meeting fans was always like this, you could never expect what they were going to do. Most of all, I didn't understand why they got this way. I mean, it's just me. It's not as if I was Madonna or something…
A great part about the camp was that no press or paparazzi was allowed in to make the kids more nervous than they already were. The only cameras here were from MTV who was following me around all month for a TV special on MTV Diary's, but they weren't even allowed to film the kid's performance. The day was perfect and really refreshing. It felt really good to give back to the fans after everything they've given me.
The rest of my week consisted of normal pre-promotion stuff. I went to try-outs with Wade to choose talented dancers for my next music video and tour. I went to the studio to record more for my next album. And almost most important, I signed a deal with Pepsi-Cola that was worth 100 million dollars. The terms were endless, but nothing I couldn't handle. I film multiple commercials for Pepsi. I promote them in any way I can. I drink their soda in front of cameras. I do NOT drink Coke- ever (which is fine since I prefer Pepsi anyways). And they sponsor my next tour. It's great actually, and a simple way for me to earn a whole lot of cash.
"With that much cash, you could buy a whole world a Pepsi." Kayla told me after I signed the deal. We were at a huge charity event in Los Angeles; anyone who was anyone was there. The awesome part, it was for my charity: The Wonder Blake Foundation.
"I don't have to buy it anymore," I admitted sheepishly. "Pepsi gave me a soda machine for my home, with unlimited stocking."
"I hope you're still allowed to hang out with me, you know since we are arch enemies and all." Kayla joked. Kayla had recently signed a deal with Coca-Cola, but unfortunately, it wasn't worth half of what mine is worth. Ever since word got out about our deal, the press has declared "War of The Soda-Pop Stars". It was actually quite ridiculous, but Kayla and I got a kick out of it. We were practically best friends, yet the media always considers us rivals.
"We can sneak around," I laughed.
"Who's sneaking around?" Freddy asked as he came up behind us. "I hope you're not cheating on me," he joked.
"Never!" I laughed as I gave him a kiss on the cheek. Behind Freddy was Wade, who greeted Kayla and me with hugs.
"You ready to show Freddy the new video?" Wade asked me. My music video for my new single "Slave 4 U" was to be shown tonight at the charity before premiering on MTV's Making the Video in two weeks.
"Um, I think so…" I bit my nail. I was extremely nervous for everyone to see the video, especially Freddy. The lead single for this album was going to be different than anything I've ever done before. No matter what anyone said, there was no way that this song could be a "Baby One More Time" number 4. It was time for me to develop my new image.
"I'm sure it'll be great!" Freddy assured me by squeezing my hand. The lights in the room dimmed and everyone grew silent as the screen was lowered from the ceiling.
On the screen, I was dressed in a white half top and perfect fitting boot cut jeans. My belly button ring shined just bright enough, bringing attention to my perfectly cut abs that had no need to be edited. My light blonde bangs hung messily over my forehead showing contrast to my dark eye make-up. My entire body was slicked with oil, giving the appearance of sweat and extreme heat.
I know I may be young,
But I've got feelings too
And I need to do,
What I feel like doing
So let me go,
And just listen
I whispered into the camera, before the clip switches. Now I'm standing in front of a mirror, singing to myself while a huge lizard sits on my shoulder. The video takes place in an Asian bath house, or sauna in a high up building in the middle of the city in a developing country. The DJ in the corner spins my song, and we all start dancing while I wear a pink bra and underwear over my pants.
I'm a slave for you
I cannot hold it, I cannot control it
I'm a slave for you
I won't deny it, I'm not trying to hide it, baby
Even though it's extremely hot we continue to dance as if we were slaves. Because of the lack of water, my dancers and I all huddle together to produce sweat. One guy even licks the sweat off my cheek. At the end of the video, it finally starts to rain outside, and all my dancer rush to the windows.
Everyone in the room turns to me in silence when the video ends. In the second that follows a million thoughts run through my head. They loved it. They hated it. They thought it was too sexy. The song was about losing control and becoming a slave to the music. It's not as if it was some weird sex reference. I dressed as much in this video as I did in all my others, yet somehow this seemed by far more revealing. The sweat, the physical contact, it was a bit dramatic, but it went perfectly with the song. Maybe the video was a little more teenage and a little less elementary. But hey, I thought it was pretty sexy, in a good way.
Just then everyone in the room started to clap. Slowly at first, but then it really picked up. "Holy shit!" Kayla turned to me. "Holy fucking shit, I didn't know you were going that far!" she patted me on the back.
" Wow," Freddy commented. "It definitely was sexy…"
"You liked it?" I asked him hopefully.
"Oh yeah, it was great." He smiled, but then he turned to Wade. "But don't think I didn't see your hands all over my girl." He told Wade lightly, but I don't think he meant it to be light.
"Sorry bro!" Wade put his hands up. "Just choreography, your girl wanted sexy, I gave her sexy." he laughed.
"Alright," Freddy pursed his lips. "Don't let it happen again." Kayla and I looked at one another. Holy shit was right.
"You know he didn't mean to offend you right?" I asked Freddy later that night. I sat on his bed criss-cross apple sauce as he brushed his teeth. Although Freddy seemed to be joking around when he told Wade to back off me, I couldn't help but feel like he was really hurt.
"Of course I know that," Freddy replied as he turned off the sink I walked back into his bedroom. "I'm just a jealous boyfriend." He smiles as he sits next to me.
"Don't be." I told him. "When I dance, nothing else matters. You know Wade is your best friend and most of the other dancers are gay so don't think about it…" I explained.
"I know, I know. I'm being silly." He kisses me. "Tell Wade that he can do whatever he wants to make the dance moves perfect. It's not business."
"Alright, but how about this: you stop thinking about Wade…" I murmur as I unbutton his shirt. "And start to think about me."
"Always," he smiles as he leans in to my kiss. "But can we do this in about an hour…" he says after a moment.
I lean back. "Why?" I pout.
"My mom is coming tomorrow, so I really need to clean up." He replies. It was a hilarious thought; I knew he had a cleaning lady.
"Tommorrow, already?" I asked. "I thought she wasn't coming until January 24th!"
"That's tomorrow…" he said. I looked at the date on my cell phone. Oh my god, he was right. So it's already been more than a month since I turned 19. It feels like my birthday was last week!
"Wow," I replied. "I guess I'll help you clean up."
He shook his head. "No, no, you don't have too…"
"Freddy come on, I practically live here. Let me help. The faster we get this done the faster we can go to sleep…" I winked.
"Okay then," he agreed. "We better work fast."
"It's a cute idea," Tig told me as we sat in the back of a limo. "The kids will love it,"
"No, no! It's not for kids. It's for teenagers and young adults. You know, coming-of-age; that sort of thing." We were discussing the idea I had proposed to MTV Films for my new movie. I wanted it to be about a young teenage girl graduating from high school. Even though her dad pressures her into being the perfect student with straight A's, all she really wants is to lay back and have fun. She reconnects with some of her old childhood best friends and they decide to go on a wild road trip without her father's permission. I know the concept is kind of girly, but that was the point.
"Yes, exactly!" Tig agreed. "MTV Films said they loved the idea. I love the idea. You love the idea. I say let's get started."
"Wait a second," Steve interrupted. "Are you sure that you don't want to make a film about being a pop star?" he asked me.
I sighed. "Yes, I'm positive…"
"I just think you should be doing a movie about music. Since, you know, you are an international pop star and all." He persisted.
"I will definitely incorporate music into the movie somehow. I'm just not sure how yet." I replied as I put on my sunglasses. We were about to step out of the car, and sunglasses helped to protect my identity.
"Calm down, Steve." Tig ordered. "Wonder knows what she wants."
"I don't think she does," Steve raised his voice once we were all out of the limo.
"She's a smart girl. She can make a few decisions on her own," Tig stood up for me.
"Oh you mean like the concept for her lead single?" Steve asked red-faced. "Do you know what the critics have been saying about the music video for Slave 4 U? They have been saying that parents shouldn't let their children watch it. They have been saying that it is nothing more than a slutty club beat song just like any other." He yelled. "How are we supposed to get cash from the parents when they won't let their kids listen to Wonder?"
Several people on the street stopped to stare at us. I rolled my eyes. "Everyone I've talked to said that they loved the video." I pointed out.
"Everyone you talk to is a slut!" Steve threw back at me. "You don't want to listen to me, fine. I don't give two shits." Now people were really staring.
"Can we just go inside now?" I whispered. Steve answered by sticking two cigarettes in his mouth.
When I entered the dance studio, my jaw dropped. This was no regular studio with mirrors and a dance floor. This was a sound studio built up completely with a complex stage so I can rehearse for my new tour. "What do you think?" Wade asked me once I greeted him hello.
"It's a dream!" I exclaimed. That was my corky attempt at making a joke. My tour was The Dream Within A Dream Tour, named after the poem by Edgar Allen Poe. It was all about making dreams come true, my coming of age, and newfound independence. The show would have all sorts of other-worldly effects and different themes. It was going to be my biggest production yet.
"Isn't the stage magical?" asked Teresa, one of my new dancers. She had huge, curly red hair and a tiny frame.
"It really is." I commented. The stage composed of a round main stage and a B-stage united by a runway. If looking from above, the stage had the shape of a giant key.
"Check this out," Tig tells me as he leads me up the stage. "This flying device was inspired by Cleopatra's barge." Near the back of the stage there was a long pathway with railings that could be lifted up into the air and over the crowd. I was going to be singing and dancing on this. "If it's turned 180 degrees it becomes a gyrating wheel," Tig explained as he showed me how it worked. With a touch of a button on his remote control, the flying device was turned on its side to reveal a flat board with straps. "Here you can strap yourself in for the first performance. It will be as if just you slowly rise from the stage."
"There's going to be a bunch of other effects!" Wade jumped in. Other than choreographing, he had been really involved in the production of my tour as well. "We are going to have confetti, pyrotechnics, laser lights, artificial snow, and fog."
"Whoa…" I muttered. It was kind of hard to take all this in at once. How could there be such a huge production for little old me?
"Also I wanted to see what you thought about rain?" Tig asked me.
"It's a really fucking bad idea." Steve interjected. He had been quietly sulking after our little argument. I almost forgot he was there.
"What do you mean, rain?" I asked.
"I know it seems like a lot, so I wanted to ask you before I made official plans." Tig started. "For the finale of the show, Wade and I had this idea that water could be pouring down from the roof as you dance. You could splash around a lot and it would be really fucking awesome for the crowd."
"Yes!" I agreed immediately. "That's an amazing idea!"
Wade looked really excited. "And what if we simmered a little bit over the crowd? Like not enough to drench them, but so they can get a feel of it, as if they were on stage also."
I nodded my head. This was a spectacular idea. "And it's never been done before, so we'll have an advantage!" Tig added.
"Girl, this is going to be the best concert ever!" Teresa commented and gave me a high-five.
Steve shook his head. "Are you going to rehearse or not? This concert isn't going to be that great if you aren't prepared." Whatever, I thought.