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                  For the past thirty six hours he'd gone about his daily business. In his case that was meetings, interviews, the gym, and skyping with his mom. And he'd outlined some ideas for songs.
                  But the entire time, he'd been thinking about her.
                  If she looked too closely at the new song ideas, she'd probably figure that out.
                  He grinned suddenly. He was going to get to see her tonight. Come hell or high water.
                  The man who had been guarding the roped off area of the museum was heading back his way. The older man looked abashed. That's what happened on the rare occasion that someone didn't immediately know who Justin was or how famous he was.
                  It didn't happen often, but it was gratifying when it did.
                  Let the butt smooching begin...
                  "I'm sorry for the confusion Mr. Westlake, it's a private event. But the hostess would be honored if you would attend."
                  "I don't want to intrude, I just want to watch the musicians."              "I see. I'm sure that would be fine. This way please."
                  He followed the usher into a crowd of people dressed for a black tie event. Toward the far corner, near the sushi there were four musicians softly playing.
                  It was basically background music for rich people. But Justin didn't care. He loved watching her play, the graceful movement of her hands, the delicate cure of her neck, the sublime look of concentration on her face.
                  She was glorious.
                  Her hair was curled into sweeping undo that only served to enhance her classical beauty. Her white blouse skimmed over her body and her black trousers hugged her legs.
                  She looked like a damn waiter.
                  A very, very beautiful waiter.
                  He decided that he would buy her a wardrobe of bright luscious colors. Silks, satins, whatever she liked. But nothing too prim. The thought of ripping those prissy looking clothes off her did fill him glee though.
                  Maybe he'd buy her one or two prim little outfits.
                  Just so he could tear them off her later.
                  A waiter brought him a glass of mediocre champagne but other than that, he didn't interact with anyone. He was wearing his shades so it took people a little bit longer to spot him. Once they did though, he knew that cat was out of the bag.
                  Cerise was winding down her set as the guests were being guided to the dining tables set up in a large empty space. Justin decided to get some air. Hopefully he'd be able to catch her for a minute before she went back in.
                  So he slipped out the service entrance, down a long hallway and into the night air.
     
     
     
     
     
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                  Cerise stretched her fingers as she stood with the other musicians outside the kitchen area. Supposedly they were going to get fed. That was good because as usual she hadn't had much time to eat between class and her gig this evening.
                  She'd been too busy running to the dry cleaner and getting her hair pinned back in an elaborate undo by her roommate Janice.
                  One of the cater waiters kept flirting with her all night. Tom was his name. He stopped by with a tray of used glasses and leaned in conspiratorialy.
                  "Did you hear?"
                  "What?"
                  "Justin Westlake is here."
                  Her jaw dropped. He'd actually come?
                  Her heart started hammering in her chest like a