First. I pickedup the cordless phone and scanned through my missed calls. They weremostly all 800 numbers. "Bill collectors", I thought. Then I no...iced onemore missed call. This one was from Erin. Erin and I had been seeing eachother for a couple months now. She was a sweet little piece of ass. Shewas in her early 20's, but looked much younger, just the way I liked them.My mind flashed back to our last date the week before. The farthest I hadever gotten with her was the heavy petting. .. you are gonna sing the lead to “Big Girls Don’t Cry.” Harmonize or don’t harmonize ... SELL THE SONG!”Tiffany began this, and they began. Stuart was using his falsetto, as expected. They caught a rhythm and it was sounding pretty good.They needed some choreography, but I was suitably impressed.Everybody ended together ... sonofabitch!.They hugged each other for a moment and talked on their way back to their seats.“That was fricking amazing, just imagine after a month together. Let’s give. To the Bey, obviously, she had just been an idea, a fancy, something to be tried out once, to be savored for a moment, to be dismissed, to be followed by the next idea, the next fancy, and yes, in his gardens, at his palace, over the years, I did see some of those, who meant not more nor less to him than she had done. To me, they meant nothing — they were part of the scenery, they lived, they suffered, they died, under eagerly watchful eyes or alone and forgotten — but she, she, she had become. I had worked hard for those smiles. They knew that I would make sure the show went exactly as planned."There you are," Jennifer's assistant smiled."Henry," I nodded."Jennifer wanted to know if you got the changes," he said as he tried to keep up with me. I had a lot to do and not enough time."Yes. And tell your boss the next time she wants to make such drastic changes there is something called a phone call. Use it," I snapped at him. He was a tall, thin man. He wore thin wire glasses and had.