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"No," Ricky said. He quit reading a message on his BlackBerry and set it on the coffee table. "It's impossible."
"It's not impossible at all. I'll just conjure--"
"Not that kind of impossible." Ricky motioned for Kalila to sit beside him, but she refused. "What I mean is that using real monsters to promote your Sadistic Monsters album may seem on the surface like a good gimmick, but trust me, it's a bad idea."
Kalila blinked, not understanding. "Why do you have to be so negative? I thought there was no such thing as bad publicity."
Ricky suppressed a sigh. The person who had come up with that saying had obviously never met Kalila and her band of misfit demons. "Venues have rules, you know. Bringing in a bunch of big, hulking, smelly monsters would be in violation of any contract I could get for you."
"So I'll conjure small ones."
"Small monsters?" Ricky raised his eyebrows.
"They come in all sizes, you know."
"I'm sure they do." He gestured toward the spot beside him again, and this time she sat down. "Look, I think it's terrific that you have so many creative ideas about how to promote the band, but you hired me because I understand what appeals to humans, remember?"
"Actually, I hired you because you looked so pathetic. Being broke and unemployed really gets you humans down."
Ricky didn't like the way the conversation was drifting. "So no monsters to promote this album, okay? You guys can do a great job promoting it all by yourselves."
Kalila's eyes lit up. "You think?" She threw her arms around him and Ricky held her close. No way was he going to break it to her now that the band was monstrous enough all on its own.
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