Aerobics Can Be Deadly by Ryan Rivers

Author:Ryan Rivers [Ryan Rivers]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Partners in Crime Press LLC
Published: 2022-09-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

I pulled the Segway into the Lone Star the next morning, feeling refreshed despite a lack of sleep. Even Ojii-chan’s tracksuit smelled clean, thanks to Jenny’s washing.

Levi opened the door wearing a lopsided grin. And that ridiculously perfect outfit.

“We’re in the other studio today?” I asked.

Levi slapped me on the back. “Let’s hit it.” He led the way to the Tumbleweed Room, which was about half the size of the original studio.

Tallulah, the Brussels griffon, shot out from somewhere and ran to Levi, who scooped her up and began petting her.

Celeste followed with a wave. “She was hoping you’d come back,” she said to Levi, who was already feeding the dog bacon.

“I would never leave my wittle girl Wulah,” Levi baby-talked.

“Only a few of us today.” Celeste leaned toward me. “Less of us to focus on, so less time for screw-up.”

Tingly heat brushed across my brow.

“Relax.” Celeste squeezed my wrist. “Barbie’s routines move at a gentler pace, and she repeats a lot of her moves. You’ll be fine.”

Barbara Lou bounced through the studio door, bedazzled like a disco ball. Sequins were placed within her helmet hair, her eyelashes caked with so much mascara that her naturally bug eyes looked even more alert.

“The fitness queen reclaims her throne,” Celeste said.

“Vaughn?” Barbara Lou slapped the pages of her script against her palm. “I have notes.”

Marisol followed Barbara Lou, her oversize handbag slung over her shoulder, and wildly texted with both thumbs.

“And Marisol is her lady-in-waiting?” I asked. “That’s unexpected.”

Celeste’s cheeks reddened. “Marisol’s always lying in wait, always hungry for opportunity.” She raised a fist and shook it. “With Nicky gone, she’s got to get that fix somewhere.”

“I woke up inspired this morning,” Barbara Lou chirped at her brother.

Vaughn’s head and shoulders slumped so that he looked anything but inspired.

“I want our fans to feel empowered by this new routine,” Barbara Lou continued. “We need a new title as well. Something like Heroines and High Knees or Goddesses and Glutes.”

“Ooh, love, love, love those.” Marisol adjusted some sequins in Barbara Lou’s hair. “So fierce.”

“Uh… We can certainly consider those,” Vaughn said to the floor.

“Now, about the fly-over shots for the knee lifts.” Barbara Lou stabbed her finger into the script, which didn’t seem to awaken Vaughn’s enthusiasm. “I want the camera on me first. Make sure you get the movement of my hands touching my knee. Then pull away and show the rest of the group.”

“Same shot we always do,” Vaughn said.

Marisol stepped back to admire Barbara Lou, her manicured finger tapping her chin. “Something’s missing.” She waved her hands excitedly. “Jewelry!”

Barbara Lou rolled her head toward Marisol. “You don’t wear jewelry in a fitness shoot, dear.” She laughed to disguise the annoyance in her voice. “Bless your heart.”

“Something else, then.” Marisol snapped her fingers. “Where’s the seamstress?”

Vaughn muttered and returned to his expectant group of unpaid interns.

Ramona inched into view. “Do you mean me?”

“We need something here.” Marisol waved a hand over Barbara Lou. “She’s the star. She needs to look it.

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