“Am so.”
“Barely even a villain.”
He gasps.
“Fuck you. I’m the biggest baddie in NYC.”
“Not even remotely. You have no idea what kind of baddies are walking around in NYC.”
“Yes, I do. Because I’m one!”
I laugh at that even though he glares at me as if trying to make me combust, which only sends me into another laughing fit.
“Oh, shut up.” He pouts and falls back into his chair.
Somehow, I compose myself.
“Why do you need to cancel them?”
He shrugs.
“Can’t exactly have them being stuck with you, can I?”
I put my hands up and take a step back.
“Hey, don’t cancel them on my account. You need to do what you need to do.”
“Yeah, but…” His glance flickers back and forth between me and his laptop.
“But what?”
“It’s not just that.”
“Then what is it?”
He ponders the questions a few more agonizing seconds before he replies.
“It’s…well, the last auditions didn’t go great.”
I cross my arms and brace myself for the biggest laugh of my life.
“What happened last time?”
CHAPTER 9
SEOJUN
“Iwant the record to show that I warned you about this,” I tell Jack because he asked for it.
Truth is, I would have canceled today. I don’t need Mr. Creep Good Guy over here knowing my business or what kind of stuff I get up to. Normally, I wouldn’t be concerned, but seeing as we’re still stuck together and a signature has never lasted this long in my entire life, I don’t know what he will or won’t remember when all of this is over. If it’s over. It’s got to be over, right? At some point? I can’t spend the rest of my life stuck with a good guy who has to put headphones on every time I want to…sing.
So yeah, I really should cancel today, but on the other hand, I’ve been trying to get a sidekick for years, and if I’m going to find my family, I need one. Stat.
Every good supervillain has a sidekick. And as the best and biggest supervillain in the city, it’s preposterous that I’ve yet to find one. First come the sidekicks, then the henchmen. Then, the criminal empire I should have always had. But it all starts witha good sidekick. A good sidekick is not only trustworthy but also extra support, bearing the load when it gets too much for their boss.
“You still didn’t tell me what happened last time,” Jack says as we get out of the cab, which he insists on paying for—what a wimp—and enter the theater. “Hang on.”
He stops right under the marquee and raises an eyebrow at me.