People pay a lot of money to go to the concerts, so the performers really do try to give the crowd their money's worth."I looked closely at Sue, "So w...hat has you bothered?"She was staring at her glass of wine when she said, "Ireland." Uh huh," I said, "And what about Ireland."She said, "Mac sort of talked me into opening a plant there, but everything that should be coming together isn't. The guy that owns the building is screwing with the lease. The local guilds are up in arms because we didn't. So was I."I did." What was the dream about?" she mumbled."Not sure. We were somewhere, I don't know where. A hotel, perhaps. We wanted to be with each other but we couldn't, because there were other people. Then I took you to an empty room somehow, but when I kissed you, everything dissolved and I woke up." At least you kissed me."Then we fell asleep."Do you think I'm fat?"Women. I'd had the vain impression that Athena would be smarter than that."Yes. Very fat." Fuck you!" She said, slapping me. .. or how hurt," Sandy added."Hurt? Why should they be hurt?" Cece asked."Well, we'd be hurt if we found out they were doing this, wouldn't we?" Val asked."But that's different," Cece objected. "They're men. I would think they would just be mad." I can't believe Trent would just walk out on the kids like this," Sandy said. They others expressed agreement. "The guys have to know we love them. How could they think this meant anything?" Yeah. Maybe they just have to get over the shock," Val. Even if you get a better sound quality from your own holo-tank or whatever you're playing it on, they still would rather see the artist doing it right there in front of them. And they're willing to pay quite handsomely for the privilege, I might add."This is the initial tour for Irish Mist. Twenty-five cities averaging twenty-five hundred paid attendance ― all sold out, by the way. The average ticket price is almost two hundred euro-francs with gross revenues over eleven million. Net will be.