<b>It was the second time he was talking about fans only this time a select group. Immediately she thought that he must be a band member or even a musician in his own right. Possibly even a famous one, who shunned publicity and perhaps someone who had contempt for worldly goods. This could have accounted for him being a virtually drop-out from society. Maybe he lived in fear of being found and was in hiding in a ramshackle of a cottage. Melanie could have a rather vivid imagination but then wondered why he had indicated that he could be some kind of writer.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"You don't work for Billboard or Rolling Stone magazine do you?"</span><br/>
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Screwing up her nose, Melanie tried to get a better look at him from a different angle. As she did, she leaned her long, slender figure against the door frame, unwittingly revealing more of the wings of her black bra at the armpits of the sleeveless white top she was wearing.. Although she somehow doubted that he did write for either music publication, he was beginning to intrigue her. Besides the odd guy seemed to be interested in the stage production though he had some hangup about gender fluidity. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99"> "I'm playing the role of Belle. Did you want to come and see me perform? Isn't expensive  and money goes to a charity for abused women and girls." </span><br/>
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There was no doubt about it. It was his rare bulbous nose with a silhouette at the bottom. But still could not pinpoint where she had seen him before. Her curiosity grew. as she thought of a further incentive to but a ticket.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"There's also a possibility of putting an advert in the theatre programme  to promote whatever business you do."</span></b>