“Blanche would have me hauled out by security just for being in the same breathing space as him,” Artolo snorts. “The label rivalry is more intense than you think. But, no, the general media, actually, and the fact that they’ve all disappeared off the radar. I’m not the kind of guy who leaps onto conspiracy theories like they’re secretly pretending to be their own impersonators in Vegas.”

Still. That’s an interesting reaction. To hell with the subtlety- he leans against the table and lowers his voice.

“You’re with the group of weirdos who know where we’re really from, aren’t you?”