Crash
Amber's still waiting for my answer, but I'm not ready to let her start trying to manipulate Kelly. "It doesn't matter, because that app records to the cloud. So this is your chance: Either you get Kelly her writing credits, and leave me and Tommy the fuck alone, or I send that recording to People, E! and Billboard. Your call."
Amber's mouth opens, then closes. Opens then closes. When she pushes her hair back again her hand is shaking.
I'd feel sorry for her. But then I remember the first time I went to my dressing room before a show and one of Amber's friends was waiting for me.
Sprawled on the couch.
Naked.
"Last chance, Amber."
She looks down at her bleeding hands, then back to me. "You have no idea who you're playing with."
"Bullshit. I know exactly what kind of snake you are. Next?"
