CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Mark Conely
MARK WAS IN HIS DRESSING ROOM relaxing, watching a Tina Turner show when someone opened the door.
Who should it be? — Thought Mark knowing he wasn't expecting anyone in particular.
— Sorry — said Mark humbly and without looking at the person who had entered his dressing room — I would like to be alone.
Unlike many famous artists, Mark didn't give a damn about having people over, but not wanting to greet them was so unusual that even he found it strange to say no to people.
— He is sure?
Mark immediately recognized that voice, it was as if a thousand demons were screaming his name and he had no one to turn to.
It was Anthony...