Hanna Herst stood in the shadows of the near empty auditorium and watched two of the most desirable men in the world perform their music. She wasn't the one declaring that, though she agreed it was true. Tabloids were in accord on this--the front men of Harvest were H.O.T. Hot.
The area just in front of the stage was teeming with reporters and photographers vying for their chance at a bite out of the duo and their new look for this tour. Their once long, golden blond hair was closely shorn and their lean bodies were even more ripped than the last time they'd publically appeared. Frankly, the pair made her mouth water and the rest of her warm and melty, though she preferred them with the longer locks.
Kazimir and Demyan Pycnahvich Ruslan were the American-born children of two Russian immigrants. Kaz and Myan. They were exotic and had captured the avid adoration of fans since they'd entered the scene some eight years ago. Yet, for all the fascination, no one really knew much about them--not more than they allowed. Hence, the circus up front. Every one wanted a piece of the twin gods.
Was she the only one who noticed they pandered to the press, giving them boatloads of face time but nothing substantial? No one really knew about the twins' lives. And she wanted to know. She wanted inside, because she was confident this pair had something to do with her sister's disappearance. At very least, she was sure they knew something.
Hanna had been on the fast track up the media food chain when Melanie had disappeared. Mel had worked as one of Harvest's roadies. Every communication had been rife with Kaz this or Myan that or gushing about whatever big city the tour was playing. Then suddenly last year, they'd all stopped. As far as Hanna could tell, Mel had disappeared somewhere between St. Louis and Des Moines. Inquiries had turned up nothing. The band claimed Mel had just left the tour. Hanna didn't believe it. Even more, she couldn't believe that the police had closed the case. It was untenable! A woman--her sister--was missing and no one seemed to care!
Determined to find out what had happened to Mel, Hanna had stepped away from her job as a political journalist and, stunning everyone, commenced entertainment reporting. It had taken her too long, but finally, fate had positioned her to get some answers.
Her magazine had gotten her a coup. She would be allowed to travel with Harvest for the next week. They were letting her inside the fold, and she'd get to see what they hid from the rest of the world. She wouldn't just be behind the scenes of the band. She'd actually travel with Kaz and Myan.
Despite herself, the opportunity excited her. The reporter inside her wanted to see how they lived even if she didn't like them--but she did grudgingly like them. They made her hot even when her brain screamed no. This wasn't right. They knew something. She wanted to know their secrets for Mel's sake and for the sake of her sidetracked career. This would be the expose of this generation--the fall of these fake idols. Her hormones be damned.