<em>So he's English</em>, she thought. Melissa watched intently as he bowed politely, suddenly acutely aware of her previous manners. She hadn't offered a handshake, or even said her name- although he seemed to have that last part figured out. If Melissa had been moving at the time, she would have frozen right then and there.<em>He has a title?!</em>, her inner voice screamed. The pianist wondered what somebody like him could possibly want at the past-its-glory recital hall. She wasn't too opposed to it though. He was definitely handsome; the redhead felt a small pang of guilt for looking at him that way, but she couldn't help it. Besides, Jake didn't get bothered by these sorts of things, and it wasn't like they were going to get married or have sex or anything. Just a fan, or so she thought.<br/><br/>Melissa had been smiling her polite smile, real enough for most people, but completely fake. Even that died, however, when the man showed her the badge. It had taken a moment to realize just what was happening. Of course, Melissa had watched the countless news reports and special announcements, seen the unending flyers and ads about the fertility laws. Everybody had. Just, nobody ever expected it to actually happen to them. Melissa lived in a small but cozy house, near the recital hall. She didn't do anything spectacular except perform for a handful of people every so often. It was hard to believe that the new laws had finally caught up to her.<br/><br/>"I, well.. erm.. right." she stammered, still at a loss for words. While her tongue may have been experiencing difficulty, her memory was not- Melissa knew the consequences of refusing without a good reason.