So crunk that I stop wishing I was back at the dorm doing homework as soon as I step inside. They really pulled out all the stops on this one. It makes their American Music Awards party look like a straight-up fail. “Dance with me!” Dreya squeals as she pulls me away from DeShawn. She’s in a good mood, and clearly that mood is induced by whatever alcoholic beverage she has in her hand. I follow Dreya to the middle of the packed dance floor. The song playing is a rock track off of one of Epsilon’s Grammy winners. Dreya closes her eyes and sways to the music, and I do the same except I keep my eyes open and scan the room. Everyone from the Reign Records crew is in the house. It looks like DeShawn and I were the last to arrive, but I stayed after the show and signed autographs outside the Shrine Auditorium with Mystique. She said that loyal fans were made by doing things like that and not by showing up at parties. I check out Big D and Shelly as they sit at a booth in the corner. Big D looks uncomfortable squeezing his massive belly into the small space, but Shelly looks downright evil.
