Steve rolled his eyes, one of his bad habits that Gio didn’t like, among others: buying too many Pop! collectables, not keeping in contact enough with his mother and father in Naples, Florida, and always double-booking events for the both of them. Steve had a lengthy list of bad habits, of course, all of which Gio handled with grace, well-mannered.
“I’ll stop with the questions. Now, show me the place. I want to see these additions you’re talking about.”
“Aaaaahhh…ditions,” the muses sang.
Steve looked in their direction. One blond winked at him, but he didn’t wink back. He asked Gio, “Do you get bored with the singers?”
“Never. Don’t be rude. This place belongs to them more than it does us. We can’t get bored with them or insult them. They can sing up a storm if they want. Don’t underestimate their powers. They can create a tornado, thunder, and lightning. You name it, and they can ruin us. So don’t piss them off.”