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happening?
Despite everyone’s initial excitement for my music, I’d never had
the chance to perform in front of a big name, like Harvey Duke, who
could help me become someone in the music industry. I
unsuccessfully tried it in Nashville, the heart of the music
industry. It only took a complete stranger in Los Angeles to show
interest in my talent to get a ten-minute audition to prove my
talent. Isn’t life full of ironies?
    Barely containing my exhilaration, I jump up
and down and throw myself into Adam’s arms. “I can’t believe what
just happened. Have I just dreamed everything?” I scream at his
ear.
    He slides his arms around my waist, lifting
my feet off the ground, and spins me around. My head twirls in all
directions, and I keep on shouting out my joy.
    Only when Adam puts me back on my feet do I
stop shouting. He continues holding me close to his chest until I’m
stable. “Nothing is official yet, but I’m sure you’ll get a deal by
the end of next week.”
    “Thank you. If this works out fine, I’ll
dedicate an entire album to you.” I run my fingers through my hair
to push the strands away from my face.
    “Wow, what can I say to that?”
    “Say nothing and take me out on that date you
were so eager for.”
    His eyes flash, but he doesn’t say a word,
instead, links his fingers with mine and walks me to the car. I
turn the car key and ask him the address where he wants to take
me.
    He types it on the navigator and eyes me, “I
hope you’re hungry and like sausages.”
    Depends on the type of the sausage! Slutty me is on the run again. “Yes to both.”
    We drive to downtown, and I pull up in front
of a building that looks more like a factory than a restaurant.
Actually, most of the buildings around remind me of factories, and
I spot several wall paintings.
    Adam grabs my hand so naturally, as if we’ve
been together for long. “Let’s eat first, then we’ll walk around to
check out the street murals.” I follow his lead into a small
bistro. It’s a sausage bistro, all right. Dozens of sausages with
different colors are on display in a small glass counter. I choose
lamb with Mediterranean spices, while he orders duck and bacon with
jalapeno peppers and an order of Belgium fries, alongside with two
German beers for us.
    “Try mine first. If you like it I’ll ask for
a second order.” He hands me his sandwich. I take a bite, enjoying
both his staring at me and the flavors of sausage in my mouth, and
chew thoroughly before I answer. I’m sure his lips taste better
than the sandwich, but I’d better keep that observation to
myself.
    “It’s okay,” I say with a grin.
    “Just okay?”
    “Well, better than okay, but you don’t need
to order another one. I’ll eat mine.”
    “You can have yours and mine, too. No big
deal.” He grins with an added effect. Is he insinuating something?
I don’t get it.
    “Let’s share then.” I take another bite from
his sandwich and hand it back to him. Taking a sip from the cold,
bitter beer, I survey his long fingers wrapping possessively around
the sandwich bread, wondering how much pleasure they could give me
in bed. I should just stop thinking and eat.
    “You see something you like?” He arches an
eyebrow and captivates my eyes again.
    What’s not to like? “The food is
delicious. Thanks for taking me here.”
    “The pleasure is mine.”
    “So, tell me about your girls. I mean your
sisters, not your girls, of course.”
    He chuckles and grabs a bite, chewing ever so
slowly, perhaps thinking through how he should get away from
answering my question. “As you can imagine, they’re a nightmare
come true. It doesn’t help that I’m the second oldest of five. All
the boyfriend issues, non-stop phone calls, and texting, and
shopping sprees are driving me nuts on a daily basis.”
    “Do they bother you even when you’re at the
dorm?” I try my sandwich, glad about picking it over the duck and
bacon.
    “I still live with my parents over