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"Turn the beat around, JD"

"Um why?"

"Because I love to hear percussion"

"Don’t do this now, Victor," JD pleads "Damien wants to be left alone"

"But that’s the way, uh-huh uh-huh, I like it, uh-huh uh-huh"

"Okay, okay," JD pants "Just get that fabulous ass over to Fashion Cafe, nab DJ X and do not sing `Muskrat Love"’

"`Muskrat Suzy, Muskrat Sa-a-am ’"

"Victor, I’ll do whatever you want"

"London, Paris, New York, Munich, everybody talk about-pop music" I tweak his nose and march toward Damien’s chamber

"Please, Victor, let’s go the other way," JD says "The better way"

"But that’s the way, uh-huh uh-huh, I like it"

"He doesn’t want to be bothered, Victor"

"Hey, I don’t either, so get away from me, you little mo"

"Victor, he toldtoward hirasp "I’ this club and I am sure that I am-what’s the word? oh yeah-exempt from Mr Ross’s rules"

"Victor-"

I don’t even knock, just stride in and begin bitching

"Damien, I know you didn’t want to be bothered but have you checked the guest list for this thing? We have people like Martin Davis supposedly stopping in and I just think that we have to be careful about who the paparazzi are going to see and who they’re not"