illustrious velvet rope!â
Being an actual movie star (albeit one who usually starred in lowbrow comedies wherein he donned a foam suit and played an alien, animal, or elderly version of himself), Tommy was the only San Franciscan who could match Aveda in celebrity-ness, and Whistles management had thought heâd make a fine addition to tonightâs event. I knew Aveda thought differently.
âTime to look alive!â Tommy said, bugging out his already buggy eyes.
I squelched the unease in my gut. My brief interlude with Rose had been calming, but now the oppressive walls of cats were back on my radar and really getting to me.
Theyâre just nice, regular folks
, Soothing Inner Voice reminded me as Lucy and Whistlesâ lone security guy started letting people past the rope, a few at a time.
Just like Aveda said. Nothing to worry about.
âMs. Jupiter?â
An awed-looking twelve-year-old girl popped up in front of me. She opened her mouth to speak again, but couldnât form any words beyond âuhhhhhgghhh.â She thrust an Aveda Jupiter trading card at me, her eyes the size of dinner plates.
I smiled and took it from her, trying to look as beatific and serene as Aveda always did at public appearances.
âWhy, thank you . . . ?â
âAmy!â she squeaked.
âAmy!â I scrawled my best approximation of Avedaâs signature on the card. âDo you have a question for me?â
âOnly one question per fan!â Lucy barked, hovering behind Amy. âAnd no touching!â
âI really want to be a superhero when I grow up.â Amy peered at me gravely. âHow do I do that?â
âUh . . .â
The real answer was, of course, âbe involved in a freak supernatural accident and let your psycho obsessive nature do the rest.â Instead I took as deep a breath as my corset would allow and said, âStay in school.â
She tilted her head to the side, the awe fading.
âThatâs it?â
âYup!â I plastered a grin that was more like a grimace across my face. âYou can do it!â I handed her the trading card and ended with a double thumbs-up.
âOkay.â She looked at me skeptically. âWell, thanks.â
ââStay in schoolâ?â Lucy clapped a hand over her mouth as the now severely disillusioned Amy toddled off. âWhy not lead with âcrack is wackâ?â
âShut up,â I snarked, tugging at my corset. âThis thing is cutting off the oxygen flow to my brain.â
Of course, Maisy chose that moment to flit her way over to us. âOoh!â she exclaimed, a delighted gleam dawning in her eyes. Shasta stood behind her, scowly as ever. âIs your new costume not working out, Aveda? âCause thatâs a scoop if I ever heard one.â
âClothing
is
oppressive to our natural forms.â Tommy leered. I took a minuscule step away from him.
In an instant, Maisyâs phone was in her hands, her thumbs tapping away at the keyboard. âPunked by Steampunk,â she murmured. âSomething like that.â
âThatâs a good one,â Shasta said.
âEr, no,â I said, with more force than I intended. Aveda wanted press, but not the kind that made her look silly or indecisive. âThe new costume is great. I was just making a hilarious Aveda-style quip.â
âGot it.â Maisy nodded. âI hope we can hang out more so I learn to read you like a true friend. Know when youâre kidding and when youâre not.â
âYou canât kid a kidder,â Tommy said, guffawing at his own non-joke.
âWhatever that means,â muttered Shasta.
âWait . . .â Lucy swiveled away from me, every muscle in her body tensing. Her gaze zeroed in on a giant dude forcefully pushing his way through the line, eager grin plastered on his face, O VER THE M OON FOR J UPITER ! tee pulled