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Now listen, Shay. You have to promise me. No more being depressed, okay? It's my birthday. The least you can do is act like you’re having fun.” Chelsea pushes me through the entrance of the chic Beverly Hills hotel bar, her hand on my elbow and her head tilted toward me. Jen and Angel are ahead of us. The three are dressed to the nines, with stiletto heels, colorful clothes and teased hair. They look fantastic. A flock of flamingos looking for single men. I'm the crow of the group, all in black and with a sense of humor to match. I'm only here because we're celebrating Chelsea's birthday.