Free Entangled Hearts by Yahrah St. John Page A

alright. I’ve been doing this for five years, haven’t I? Can’t a girl have a bad day? Damn!”
    The choreographer shrugged as if he was used to Chynna’s theatrics, and he set about showing Kenya the steps again. She was going to be up all night practicing this routine to make sure she didn’t make a fool out of herself on stage at Chynna’s upcoming concert in Anaheim.
    Kenya sauntered over to the director’s chair next to Deacon and plopped herself down. “Deacon, would you be a dear and get me an Evian?”
    â€œSure, doll.” He rose from his chair to do Kenya’s bidding.
    She couldn’t believe he did it. She was perfectly capable of getting up to fetch her own water, but clearly that wasn’t the way Chynna rolled. What she wasn’t so happy about was Lucas staying at the studio to watch her. Why was he here? Chynna had indicated he’d never been interested in her romantically, so why stay on?
    â€œDo you make a habit out of following all your acts?” Kenya asked Lucas as she accepted the towel her assistant handed her to wipe off sweat on her forehead.
    â€œOnly pop divas who make a habit of running off and refusing to tell their label where they’re going,” Lucas countered.
    â€œWell, perhaps this diva, ” Kenya said, turning around to give him a sideways glance, “needed a break from being managed. In case you hadn’t noticed, I am capable of putting one foot in front of the other.”
    When Deacon approached her, Kenya rose, snatched the bottle of Evian he was offering and stormed back over to the choreographer to go over the steps again.
    â€œWhat’s up with her?” Lucas asked Deacon.
    â€œI dunno,” Deacon said, staring after her.
    â€œShe’s pretty mouthy today.”
    â€œIsn’t she always?”
    â€œNot with me,” Lucas stated, and he saw Deacon smile. “What?”
    â€œYou’ve given Chynna the cold shoulder for years,” Deacon responded. “Perhaps she finally got the hint you’re not interested.”
    Lucas didn’t comment; instead, he continued to stare at Chynna, trying to figure out what it was that was different about her and why he was so intrigued.
    An hour later, Kenya finished the session with the grand finale that she and the other dancers would complete at the end of the show. She’d gotten it down pat. Whew, thank goodness! She was getting worried that Chynna’s entourage might begin to suspect she wasn’t who she said she was, but so far, nothing.
    â€œI’m ready to go home,” Kenya said as she left the locker room after taking a long, hot shower. She’d dressed how she knew Chynna would, in a tank top, shorts, a short trench coat and her infamous shades.
    â€œI’m afraid that’s not on the agenda today,” Deacon said. “You have a meeting with Carter Wright later.”
    â€œToday?” Kenya asked incredulously. She’d thought she’d have a little time for herself to call Chynna and see how she was enjoying her freedom.
    â€œWe’ve put the studio off long enough. They postponed rehearsals until you could come back. I think they were hoping that the furor over you and Blake would die down.”
    â€œNo such luck,” Kenya replied bitterly. The reporters waiting for them at the airport had been just as bad as Chynna had told her, probably worse since they’d had two weeks to wonder about her whereabouts.
    â€œYou knew you were going to have to face the music some time,” Lucas replied from behind Kenya.
    Sudden anger lit her eyes. She didn’t need the two cents from the peanut gallery. “I know that. Just push back Carter until tomorrow, and I promise I’ll see him then.”
    â€œAlright,” Deacon said. “I’ll take care of it, but he won’t be happy.”
    â€œIn the meantime, I’ve put together a short press junket,” Fiona