Kleavin didn't understand the brunette's reaction until she said she needed the book too. This was either the wierdest coincedence on record or God really was smiling down on him. He caught something in the redhead's eye, maybe an expression or maybe he was just tuned into her since they were thinking the<em>exact</em>same thing. For some reason he got the impression that this was a trap, and the brunette had just gotten caught. All he had to do was spring it. He smiled pleasantly, finding his confidence. It was rude or arrogant, well maybe there was just the tiniest swagger, but it was enough to be charming and not too much. He turned back to the brunette, "Say, listen, I didn't mean any offense, really. The last thing I want to do is offend either of you lovely ladies. Let me suggest a compromise."<br/><br/>He reached into his backpack and came out with some flyers, postcard sized printouts advertising his own concert. They were in bold blue and green letters, caligrphic, and they said: Grass Roots Movement playing the Treemont Music Hall, Friday night. Doors open at 6:30, show starts at 7:30. "First, let me invite you both to my show tomorrow night." He handed them each a flyer. "If you tell me your names, I'll make sure your on the list as my personal guests. Thats...well thats not part of the bargain, thats kind of a freebee. Second, we'll compromise. I only need the book long enough to make some photocopies, a couple of hours, but I have to own it before I can make the copies. The library won't let you...copyright laws and all. So let me buy the book, I'll take it down the street and make my copies, then you can have it. The catch is this, you both have to go out with me saturday. I'll take you shopping, dinner, movie, and desert at my place. My treat. You guys don't want to come over later or you want some uhh...privacy well I can arrange that as well. Couple of spare rooms and all. Look I'm not gonna lie here, I'd be going all out to seduce you both but I'm not the kind of jerk who just expects it. I'm not the guy who takes what isn't being given to him."<br/><br/>He had made his best pitch. He took out a pen and a pad, "If you tell me your names, I'll write them down and give them to the door guy. Really what do you have to loose. If I'm lying, you two don't loose anything, if not, you get  a free show. You don't even have to make up your minds about the date thing now, you can wait, and I'll still buy the book and give it to you when I'm done. If your with me, its because you want to be, not because you feel like you have to be."<br/><br/>He bit his lip, watching them, his eyes moving back and forth between them. What would they say? He felt like his heart was in his throate. He felt like his stomach was full of rocks. Why was it so easy to get up on stage and woo a crowd, but two hot young ladies left him with stage fright? He had to wonder...but he could also tell that they were at least listening to him and considering his offer. Things could be worse, they could have just slapped him in the face...