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A hand rose to push the heavier locks of hair away from her face, though still unable to keep her uneven ( that’s what she got for insisting on cutting her own hair ) side swept bangs from draping over her lashes. Only then she looked back up at the unspeakably charming stranger that looked like he had been made in the image of a stylish fashion advertising poster from the forties. 

“Wh— For real?  I don’t play here.  I mean, not yet, I’ve got a show tomorrow night and I’m gonna be working on an article all day—— about your show, actually, you know, this show.  A friend of a friend runs the place, she’s letting me get a little rehearsing done while I’ve still got the time.” 

“Oh?  Oh!  Wow.  You’re the writer!”  Surprised that he was standing in front of the person who was going to be covering his show and seeing that she was a musician herself (and hearing that the woman was good) added absolutely NO PRESSURE to raise the whole better knock it out of the park bar he always set for himself.  Nah!  No!  Not at all! 

Stammering to wrap his tongue around a word or two, Blaine sat back down hoping she’d take the queue and stick around.  A deep breath later, he regained his use of the English vocabulary and continued on like the hiccup never happened.  “Your friend runs the venue?  She’s really good at what she does.  Though she’s missing out if she hasn’t let you take over the stage yet.  You should, probably, let her know catching an artist when they are up and coming is a once in a lifetime sort of thing she shouldn’t let slide.  Cause I think she’s missing out.  Big time.”