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I cleaned myself up and jumped into bed, realizing just then that I'd forgotten my candy.

Damn. I'd have to tell Bea to give me my cut before she ate it all herself. 

As if right on cue, my cell rang.

"Bea, don't you dare touch the candy."

"Don't worry, I won't." she laughed, "But you have to do something in return."

"What?"

Within a few seconds I had gone from calm to pacing my room, repeating myself for the thousandth time.

"I said it once, I'll say it again. No."

"Come on." she wheedled, "Or I swear I'll give your share to the kid next door-"

"-you wouldn't dare."

"Oh yes I would." she said sweetly, switching back to her pleading voice, "It's only one day. What's the worst that could happen?"

"Uh, let me think," I started, "I humiliate myself, look like a nut and get laughed at."

"Those are all one thing." she stated, making me groan.

"Bea, I have my dignity, and I have my pride-"

She cut me off.

"-it's because of him, isn't it?"

"What? No!"

"Yes it is!" she declared gleefully, "Whenever it comes to anyone else you couldn't give a damn, but this guy-"

"-I'll do it, okay!" I yelled, "But you better not touch my candy!"

"I get it, I get it." she said, sounding triumphant, "I'll be there in the morning."

The call clicked to an end and I groaned again. Bea was going to be the end of me.

~

I barely had time to wake up and shower before Beatrice was pounding on the door, grinning as soon as I let her in.

"You won't regret this." she said, throwing her stuff on my bed.

"I think I am already." I muttered, getting myself a glare.

"This isn't going to take long." she promised, "And don't worry, I'll keep hunting for a job for you too!"

"Gee thanks." 

~

I walked up to the studio and felt my nerves buzzing. I couldn't believe I'd let myself be pulled into Bea's torture. 

It was a breezy November day too, so I felt even more ridiculous than I should have.

Remember the candy, Kat. This is for the candy.

I took a deep breath and pulled the door open, walking past the gawking secretary to the practice room.

I leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms.

Raphael was noting something down on a piece of paper, but then he looked up and his jaw practically hit the floor.

"A...bromavich?"

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