Bobby is always stressed about his girls.
This is not new.
Zoey, specifically, is a walking incident report.
Not maliciously.
Just… inherently.
Exposed wires? She trips.
Tape them down.
All of them.
She locks herself in the dressing room.
Sure. That can happen.
It happens more than once.
Switch to fingerprint and code locks.
Add a manual override.
Mira is wonderful. Truly.
Her anger issues remain a topic of discussion.
Bobby has replaced security twice.
She keeps arm-wrestling them.
She keeps winning.
To be fair, she’s not difficult to work with.
At least not as she’s aged.
Rumi—
Rumi is the perfect idol.
Which is the problem.
She requests less skin.
More coverage.
Calls it a preference.
Celine says she’s fine.
Bobby writes it down anyway.
Then there’s the jumping.
Off buildings.
Out of planes.
He is no longer sure what counts as a rehearsal and the first time he watches it he faints
And he is fairly certain Zoey once hugged him
and spun him around
like he weighed nothing.
He did not scream.
He did not scream much.
He is concerned.
But, statistically speaking,
his girls are probably going to be fine.
