early thanks to the alarm clock that Stacy set without my knowledge. Gotta love him. The band is playing tonight at an indoor concert hall. Air-conditioning sounds so wonderful especially being in Arizona in the middle of the summer. And here I thought Vegas was bad. Silly me. Now I am standing in a large Macy’s department store that’s attached to a two-story mall with my best friend and Johnathan the bands lead singer. Why in the world they both deemed it necessary to tag along to find clothes and underwear shop is beyond me. Men and shopping don’t usually mix and I know Stacy hates to shop. At least for normal clothes. Lingerie on the other hand I am sure he could do all-day long as long as his leggy blondes were the ones modeling for him. We were getting ready to leave with James the bodyguard when Johnathan slipped into the back of the tinted Mercedes with us incognito. Not that, that’s going to do much good. Fans knowing he’s in town, has sleeves of tattoos visible and stands as tall as a giant and almost as wide as one. He stands out in a crowd. And that’s putting it mildly. But ever since the whole I’m-not-a-whore reveal he’s been super cool. Maybe too cool. Or maybe he’s coming down off of something like alcohol, drugs or maybe sex. Or possibly a combo of them. Not that it matters one-way or another to me. As long as he keeps his womanizing ways to himself I’m great. I slip into a dressing room my arms are piled full of clothes. I’d probably never think to try on. But thanks to Stacy and some from Johnathan I have been forced to try on a plethora of colorful items. Including miniskirts, short booty shorts and low cut tops. Not dropping low cut but too low for my standards. I try on the entire lot and only decide on keeping six items. I refused to even show the men. I hate doing that. When you go shopping who cares what others think? It’s about how the clothes make you look and feel to yourself. And to me those six items look decent. Plus they will keep Stacy happy because they mesh with the whole rock star theme I’ve got going. Do I like it? No. But will I do it? Yes. I want to keep my job and most of all I want to keep my best friend from hating me or his job because I look like an accountant. Guess it’s a good thing I have tattoos that should help authenticate the style I’m going for. Stacy has no tattoos. He’s a pretty boy who hates needles. Yet, it’s important for me to look the part. I think I should seriously consider pressing the need for him to get a visual tattoo. Gotta look the part and all. And rocking alongside the number one band in the world is a large pair of shoes to fill. “Emily!” I hear Stacy yell into the woman’s dressing room. “Emily!” “What?!” I yell pulling off the last stitch of clothes before wearing the only other dress I have left, the tight black one that should be meant for cocktail hour instead of midmorning shopping. At least Stacy was nice enough to buy me some Welcome to Tucson undies in souvenir shop close to our hotel so I didn’t have to go commando today. “I need to send Johnathan in there with you.” He whispers outside my dressing room door. I guess he came in without being invited. I’m alone, so it’s not a big deal. “Why?” “There’s like ten people who’ve noticed him. I think. I need to get him out of the line of sight before they confirm it and we have a massive mob to contain. Twitters a bitch. I’ve already spoken to Macy’s before we got here to let them know we were coming. But I don’t think two measly security guards can handle a mob of horny women.” I sigh loudly so Stacy knows I am so not on board with this plan. He’s the manager so I leave it go. “Fine.” I slump even though I know he can’t see me. “Yo J come.” I hear him say. “Em you gotta open up and let him in with you.” I unlock the dressing room door and move to the side to allow the giant to join me. Not quite sure how