Hiding in a corner, Jensen Morrison quietly got up and left. Once he was out of the bar, he called Diana Dunn.
"Hey... What do you need, your highness? It's so late," Diana Dunn said through a long yawn.
"Diana, I remember you mentioned a variety show sent us an invitation?" Jensen Morrison asked as he pulled open his car door and slid inside.
Diana Dunn sighed in resignation. "I get invitations from all sorts of variety shows every day. Which one are you talking about?"
"Song of Time."
"...What's that show got to do with us?"
"It doesn't? Then find a way to get an invitation."
"But... don't you always look down on variety shows? You even said they just parade singers around like performing monkeys..." Diana Dunn was instantly wide awake.
"You're mistaken. I never said that. Make the arrangements. I want results by tomorrow morning." Jensen Morrison hung up as soon as he finished, giving Diana Dunn no chance to object.
