Shana was definitely a newcomer, she had her eye on this cutie dancing by herself in the middle of the floor. Now I know these types, they've always g...ot some girl who's sitting at the bar watching their act. This is the same girl that brought them there and will end up taking them home and fucking the hell out of them. But there's some things you can't convince people of, so she went off to learn her lesson, hopefully at least having a good time dancing while being part of that woman's act.Now. I like writing when I'm stoned, but at home I always have to go outside on the back steps so they don't smell it. That's one of the reasons I want to stay here and write. You're going to be a happy guy if you let that happen.” He opened the drawer in the table next to his bed and took out a small gold cigarette case that had at least ten neatly rolled joints. He lit one with a silver lighter and handed it to me. “You'll like this weed.” I took a hit and handed it back to him and watched him. It felt strange to laugh."Can I ask you something?" Randi posed."Of course," Chris answered."You're friends with Brock, right?" she wondered."I guess so," Chris hedged. "He seems to think we are." That's a strange answer," Randi said."I know," Chris admitted. "This whole thing is strange. I mean, in my job, I have always been treated like an accessory. Most people I work for have no idea of my name or even if I have one. That's why I like working for you. You've always treated me as a person.. I let Julie's brother tape yesterday's rehearsal. I should have mentioned it to you. I'm sorry." That's okay, Tommy. Nothing we can do about that now, but we're going to have to re-think our recording rules. Now, however, would anyone be willing to stand in for Julie?"I glanced at Beth and saw her shaking her head. She knew what I was thinking—since she'd helped Julie learn her lines, she'd be the obvious choice."Tommy, I couldn't go on stage in front of all those people! I just can't do it!".