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“It’s called paying the bills.”
“You can downplay it all you want. But I came to several concerts. I saw how you interacted with your fans. I heard that voice, too. Special. Unique. Hadn’t reached its fullest potential.”
“What?” Laxmi hadn’t thought Fiona’s interest went beyond casual support of her music. “Why didn’t you let me know?”
Fiona shrugged. “Guess I was a teensy bit jealous. You looked great onstage. Fans screamed your name. You were gorgeous, famous and living your dream.”
“Makeup and lighting, honey, do wonders. And hardly famous. Maybe two people knew me on sight.” Laxmi nudged her. Compliments embarrassed her and she preferred hiding behind an air of indifference. “Anyway, I would’ve loved to see you there.”
“Yeah, my maturity was at the ground-floor level. So much time wasted on small stuff. Taking a page from Grace’s philosophy. No do-overs. Pull up your big-girl panties and move your behind toward your happiness. Friends forever.”
“Friends forever,” Laxmi echoed before Fiona crashed into her with a tight hug.
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