<strong>Katey Pool - Chicago Venue, heading out on a coffee run for the crew...</strong><br/><br/>It had been easy.  O.K. her deoderant had a work-out from both physical activity and stress, but no one had pointed at her and said, "I KNOW YOU!"  So, all in all, she was calling it good.  Her jeans pockets rattled with change and dollars, money from the crew to do a Starbuck run.  She had the orders written down and knew where the coffee house was located.  And, if she hadn't been a freak, afraid people would wonder why an unemployed roadie drove a Lexus LX hybrid, she wouldn't have parked a mile away.<br/><br/>Katey left the back entrance to a round of "Hurry up, Katey!" and hit a jog on the ramp.<br/><br/>She blinked in surprise seeing Davis and a redhead at the sidewalk.<br/><br/>Be cool, she told herself.  She pulled her hat down a little in front, the old "I don't see you, therefore you don't see me" routine made famous by long-legged birds of the African savannahs.<br/><br/>Katey angled away from the pair who seemed to be in the midst of an intense conversation.  She looked harder at the woman, wondering if she were the manager, maybe a personal assistant...  Whoops, there went the whole invisible routine.  She grimaced a smile and kept walking.