Closer: A Stage Dive Novella - Kylie Scott Page 0,4

to start charging extra every time you complain.” In all honesty, the woman deserved the money. I was a whiny baby when it came to exercise. She lightly placed her hands on my shoulders. “That’s it, Mae. Nice and slow. Get up high.”

I concentrated on my breathing and balance, ignoring the burning in my leg muscles. It was all for a good cause. Soon enough the happy exercise hormones would kick in and I’d be glad for the effort. Hopefully. It was all part of the job, along with extensive waxing, facials, manicures, hair, lashes, massages, and a beauty routine to end all others. Just because I wasn’t size zero (or even close) didn’t mean I could get away with being unfit or lacking in the rest. Shoots could be grueling enough, let alone if your energy levels were low or you were behind on maintenance. Trust me, being yelled at by a stressed-out designer because you didn’t bring your best to the show was not fun. Also, word got around. For such a big industry, it could be amazingly small at times.

“You’re doing great. Keep going.” Kwana’s gaze jumped to the front wall of windows behind me. They faced the street. A frown crossed her face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Paparazzi are outside.”

She was right. They were crowded up against the glass with their cameras. A whole feral pack of them. Shit. Meanwhile, Ziggy had his cell pressed against his ear. A faint frown crossed his face as he watched the mass of people gathering at the window.

My stomach sank. “Is there anyone else here?”

“No one they’d be interested in,” said Kwana.

“Guess we’re almost finished anyway. Sorry about this.”

Ziggy strode toward us, slipping his cell into his jacket pocket. “We should go before more arrive.”

“Someone leaked the story, didn’t they?” I asked.

“It looks that way.”

I hung my head and swore silently.

“You get the car, we’ll meet you at the back door,” said Kwana. “No one will get near her. You can trust me. This isn’t my first famous person rodeo.”

For a moment, Ziggy hesitated. Then he nodded and jogged toward the now crowded front door.

“All right, Mae, let’s get your bag.” Kwana ushered me into the women’s locker room. Only one woman was in there, patiently applying mascara at the mirror. She didn’t show any particular interest in us.

I grabbed my hoodie out of my bag and put it on. Sunglasses too. It probably wouldn’t help. But it couldn’t hurt. In all honesty, hoping my stalker situation wouldn’t get out had probably been a fantasy. I might not be as well-known as others, but give social media a slow news cycle and they’d be more than happy to pick my life apart for a moment’s entertainment. Nothing I could do about it.

Kwana led me through a back corridor to the rear exit.

“So who are your other famous clients?” I asked, trying to get my mind off the mess waiting outside.

“Hmm? Oh, I sign N.D.A.s. I’m not allowed to talk about it.” She opened the door just a little, peering out at the fading afternoon light. “But let me just say that a certain drummer is banned from this gym for life. The idiot.”

“What did he do?”

“I already told you, I can’t say,” she said, distracted by whatever was going on outside. “Here comes your buff bodyguard and a couple of paps are following. Get ready.”

“Thanks. See you next time.”

“Sure, hon.”

The car pulled up close to the building with the passenger side right in front of me. I raced out. Flashes went off, but I kept a hand up, covering part of my face. They weren’t getting a good shot of me today. Not under these circumstances. So there.

Inside the car, everything was quiet apart from the pounding of my heart. Ziggy drove fast but skillfully through the city streets. Usually I liked being out and about after dark. People out having fun, the sight of street lights rushing past. It all soothed me for some reason. Probably due to childhood memories of Mom picking me up from Grandma’s place and driving me home late at night after her shift at the bar. But nothing could relax me this evening.

“No need to rush,” I said. “They know where we’re going. One of the downsides to living under half of Stage Dive. Everyone in the area knows about that building.”

He slowed a little.

“With no time for a shower, I must smell amazing.”

Another of those almost-smiles tugged at his lips. “You’re fine, miss.”

“Guess someone at the