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small publishing business, having always had a passion for reading and poetry, and here I am today. Determination can be draining but it’s so important that you never lose it! Without it you will achieve nothing!” he spoke in an authoritative tone.
    I could feel the passion radiating off of him as he described his brief, but albeit successful acting career. It was clear to me that he felt very passionately about acting so, why had he given up on it? If he’s so full of determination – which, let’s face it, that's what this lecture was about – then why did he give up on something he clearly felt so strongly about? I shook my thoughts away, realising the fact that they shouldn’t have been bothering me quite as much as they were, and continued to watch him as he spoke.
    As he finished his speech the room erupted into applause. I clapped my hands along with the others, looking down at my feet again when his gaze met directly with mine.
    “Mr Scott will sadly be leaving us now, but I hope that you have all learned a lot from his experiences that he has had the kindness of sharing with you today.” Mr Olsen spoke loudly in order to capture the attention of the girls, still whispering and giggling, beside me. Julian Scott raised his head and his eyes found mine, a furrow appearing between his brows once more.
    “Actually, Mr Olsen, I have half an hour to spare if anyone would like to ask me any questions?” he offered, raising his perfect brows as he maintained eye contact with me.
    Mr Olsen declined, stating that he must have much more important business to attend to, but Mr Scott insisted, and so he stayed.
    The females in the room were the first to the front, all fingering their hair and pouting their lips, eager for Julian Scott to notice them. It was actually quite depressing to watch as they each left their composure behind them as desperation took over. I hovered by the back of the room, mindlessly scribbling pointless notes in my work pad.
    “Hey, babes. What’s up?” Adrian’s voice startled me out of my daydream.
    “Hey, you!” I replied, nudging him gently with my shoulder. “Nothing’s up, I’m just worn out that’s all. How are things with you?” I asked, greeting him with a wide smile that came straight from my heart.
    Adrian was the kindest man I had ever known. He was thoughtful and caring and had looked after me and took my side in every debate since we started classes here. We had both felt a connection to one another from the first day we met and we had been good friends ever since. He was a big guy, all muscles and abs as a result of his regular gym visits. He often tried his best to persuade me to accompany him to these sessions, of which I always declined. I had never been interested in workout sessions; I preferred a few light exercises in the comfort of my own home – usually with Maia assisting me.
    I relaxed in Adrian’s presence. He made me feel safe, partly due to his size, I suppose. I knew he’d always defend me if the occasion arose and that thought comforted me.
    As I chatted to Adrian, I fixed my eyes on the beauty at the front of the room. He appeared irritated, impatient as his finger and thumb rubbed at his eyebrows as if to disguise his frown. He regularly glanced in my direction before tearing his eyes away to focus on whichever bimbo was talking to him now.
    Twenty minutes had passed since the end of his speech . Ten more minutes , I thought, again feeling that familiar sting of disappointment but unsure as to why. Ten more minutes and I could carry on with my usual learning strategies without his unnerving presence.
    Adrian shuffled away from me, eager to speak to Mr Scott himself. I watched him move towards the front of the room where Mr Scott still stood, glancing again in my direction. I watched as Mr Scott exchanged pleasantries and excused himself from the ever-eager Jennifer and my mouth dropped open as he confidently strode right past Adrian and headed