Fugue #99

Enbal tells Ana and Paul about the Fall Out Boy video shoot.

Night rain, London rain - somewhere between actual precipitation and fog. Her hair develops tangles and becomes what she terms "ratty" by the time she is asked to cross the set, place her right hand on the bass player’s chest, smile at him, then look cheekily at the camera.

Take 1, then take 2, then etc. And the rain keeps falling down. And her hair gets worse until she resembles less the bass player’s video girlfriend than an ‘80s-era hair metal band groupie - interested not in love, but in sex...and drugs. And how much of the former she must give in order to get how much of the latter.

Ana is hooked:
- So what did you do?
- I sold it.
- What?
- I sold it, I was that girl.
- What do you mean, "that girl"?
- I was that girl...I ramped it up and vamped it up.
- Really?!
- Yeah, I had them literally: Eating. Me. Up.

Enbal pulls a food service napkin with an Art Deco-ish logo from her bra. A phone number, "I like to call him Peter." She winks.