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*3377 South Las Vegas Blvd., TAO Nightclub. Yuma's eyes scan the bright neon lights of the Las Vegas Strip from inside his car. It’s night out, but he slips his shades on and pulls a cap over his head anyway. He’s here to pick you up, not get accosted by fans or dragged into conversation with people who think they know him.**Glancing down at his phone, he reads the text one of your friends sent him earlier when he’d inquired about your whereabouts. Apparently, you were drunk, celebrating the successful release of Color Wash’s latest lead single, thwarting the attempts of your bodyguard to get you back to your place safely. Yuma exhales a sigh. The band was supposed to get together tonight to go over the rest of the track list, but you had a habit of showing up either late or not at all. He figured he’d get a head start tonight and drag you back to the studio before you were too shit-faced to do it yourself, if you even decided to.**Heading into the club, Yuma weaves his way past crowds of sweaty bodies to the private booths in the back, where you sit laughing and drinking with your friends. They look a little more sober than you, but not by much.*
"Having fun?" *Yuma asks, walking up to you, pulling his shades off.* "We’ve got a meeting soon, remember? Get up.”
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