I walk over, arch my tits up and place them on his chest, then pucker my lips.He leans down gives me a quick peck."I'm really looking forward to talking to James to find out what choreography he has in mind, and what ideas he has for my new gig.He knows I can't just sing Whitney.I have to dance too.It's who I am."
Aurei grins."Let me unpack.I got distracted.Then we can go straight there.It won't take me just a second."He grabs his backpack and walks to my closet.
I plop down on my favorite couch and watch My Golden God as he opens my closet, steps inside.Then I hear him unzip his pack and hangers sliding as he puts his clothes away.I marvel at how efficient he moves and how easily he makes himself at home.He steps out after a little while and walks over.
"Done.I've officially moved in."
"I love that about you.You're easy to get along with."
"Not everyone would agree with that statement," He laughs."As a matter of fact, you're gonna get to meet someone tonight that will argue with you about that."
"Really?Who?"
"Dirk Sam.We went to flight school together.I got a text from him while you were working out that he is in town.I invited him to come to the show."
"Awesome!Can't wait to meet him."
He laughs."He's a real piece of work.He's the one who tagged me Hardcore."
"Oh!That's interesting!Maybe we can invite him to dinner with us before the show."
"What about James?"
"It's too late to go over any real choreography.I'll text him what I want to do on the way there.He'll be too busy flittering around trying to get everything and everyone lined up to want to sit down, much less eat a meal.It's a much better plan to meet your friend for dinner."
He pulls his phone out to text his army buddy.
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Aurei
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Sam I Am, how about meeting up at Bart's Steakhouse in Been Jammin'?
Perfect.Time?
In 2 hours.
You got it.
"Dirk's down for dinner.I told him in a couple of hours."
"Don't hesitate to come to my rescue if I'm not free by then."
We walk out to the car, and I open her door.She gets in, and I close it, walk around and get behind the wheel.As I pull out, she takes her phone and begins text warfare with James.She narrates for me.
"Let's incorporate the bachelor party as part of my last performance rather than before or after."She gives me her impression of James."Hmm.I don't know.What are you thinking?"
She gives him a list of the songs in the order she wants them with a brief description of what she envisions.I'm amazed at the ease with which she creates a production and just as amazed when James agrees and says, "Piece of cake.Now let's chat about the Cirque do Soleil show."That discussion doesn't go as smoothly.Siri envisions her entrance swinging in, singing on a trapeze hoop, showing off her pole dancing skills, landing on the stage, and hitting a lively dance routine.While James envisioned her wearing a white gown and arriving through a pillar of smoke with strobe lights as if she were an angel from heaven coming down in a cloud, singing a 'to be determined' song.
"He clearly envisions the show competing with Celine and MJ, but I envision the competition to be Brittney and JLo.Competition isn't the right term.It's target audience.Their audience is our target.What do you think?"
"I think you should do both."
"Both?"
"Alternate it so return customers won't see the same show every time."
