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They call me Cujo
Reagan followed Carter back downstairs. Her eyes flying all over the place, she couldn't help but think about touring every corner it had to offer. She heard a piano being played; she knew she had heard the song, but couldn't think of the name or artist. Unfortunately, being on the road for the last year and a half had left Reagan not only behind on new music, but made her forget some of the older music as well. She glanced toward the piano and saw two girls. She thought she recognized at least one, maybe both. She shrugged and continued to look around the massive space they were now standing in. "My. Word." She choked out, admiring the building and all the things in it. Back in reality, Carter offered her a plate. "Oh, goodness. I'm starved. My manager doesn't let us eat before or during meet and greets, so I haven't had food in forever." She took the plate from him. "Thanks." She smiled at him and watched his eyes follow one of the girls by the piano. He held a strong affection for her, but it didn't look romantic. Maybe it was, Reagan has been wrong before, not often, but it had happened. She smiled knowingly at Carter. "How long have you been here?"