Chapter Seventeen — Alexandra

“Yo B!” came a voice from a car that pulled over a few feet from where I stood on the curb sending another text to Carson.

Peering into the car I instantly recognized Bill from the heavy gold chains around his neck.

Bling Bill was what the magazines called him. He was a genius at marketing and could make any singer go platinum in months.

He was mostly into managing singers but he recently decided to spread into DJs and I was his pet project in the area.

“Hi Billy,” I greeted, offering him a smile.

“Don't call me that. Come on, get in, we don't want to keep the host waiting.”

I checked my phone and saw it was just 6. “I thought it was starting by eight?”

“Eight, nine, ten thirty, don't you still need a ride to the damn place?”

“Fine, fine,” I huffed as I opened the door