The original lineup is back in action, led by the ghostlike guitarist and founder Emanuel de la Isla, known by Hollywood insiders as a Svengali and songwriter. Also in tow were several glammed-up girlfriends, including porn star Serena Sakamoto with a military crop. “Ghostlike Svengali?” I said, shaking my head. “What do you call that, anti-albinism? And it’s a buzz cut, not a military crop.” I hissed at Emanuel’s phone screen, where I was reading the gossip items from last night, and handed it back to him in a huff. “You haven’t seen the trick I do with hypnosis rays. They dart from my warlock eyes like lightning bolts.” He stretched against the pillows and wiggled his fingers in front of his face, turning my frown into a giggle. I joked that I was getting sleepy and curled against him, under the crook of his arm, my forehead pressing against the side of his chest. It was too late in the morning to go back to sleep, but the bed had a gravity all its own, and I couldn’t imagine leaving it yet, or abandoning his touch.
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