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long time. Maybe the best ever?’ She laughed and held out her hand, ‘I’m Mary.’
    He looked at her, his eyebrows rising slightly then said,
    ‘Trevor.’ He took her hand gently and half raised it to his lips without actually kissing it. ‘Mary,’ he emphasized her name, ‘Can I get you another?’ he indicated her drink.
    ‘I’m fine thanks.’
    ‘What is it?’ He persisted.
    She shrugged, keeping the smile on her face.
    Trevor caught the barman’s eye, who came over to them.
    ‘I’ll have a rum and coke please, and whatever it was you gave the lady Mary here, earlier.’
    Stephanie stared at him as he ordered. She noticed the designer emblem on his loose fitting well ironed shirt. Married or perfectionist she wondered? Just a splash of chest hair displayed neatly above the opening; shoulder length, blondish or it could be grey hair hard to tell in the light, was swept off his large face and neatly coiffured. Perfectionist she decided. As he stood smiling, his head turned only slightly from her, she observed his white uneven teeth, which gave her a clue to his age; someone younger would have had rail tracks to straighten those. When she looked down, his trousers confirmed her thought about his age. Soft black velveteen? She looked back at his face. Perhaps he was gay? She watched him talking to the barman. No, he kept his head towards her. Looking down at his shoes she put her hand to her mouth to disguise the grin. Cowboy boots! Proper pointed tan coloured cowboy boots with gold capped toes. She repressed the question of where he had left his spurs. But as she looked him up and down again, she realised, somehow the look worked for him. He was oddly attractive.
    When he passed her the drink, she looked once more into his eyes; possibly blue, but again, difficult to be sure in this light. His mouth was wide, and slanted down to one side. In fact, she saw his whole face slanted with one eye not quite as big as the other. And he was clearly aware of the defect because consciously or sub—consciously he held his head to one side, trying to balance the slant. Despite this defect she was surprised how she found him attractive. Besides, as she discovered leaning towards him to take the drink, he smelt delicious.
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    Lighting the cigarette Robert walked to the dressing room listening to them baying for more. Clapping and shouting, he could feel the thump thump of their feet vibrating up through his legs as they stomped on the floor. He only ever did one encore, never varied no matter what the occasion. Even Dylan’s birthday celebration, he still only did the one. It was his signature. But they still shouted and called for more. Why, he wondered? Were his fans really all that stupid? He didn’t deny he loved it, the thrill still with him as he sat looking at himself in the mirror of his dressing room. Adrenalin rushed through him, his face flushed from the sight of all the adoring faces. All looking up at him.
    Standing on stage and staring out into the crowd he was blinded by the flashes of cameras and amazed to see telephones held in the air as fans videoed him. He felt a conflict of feelings. Flattered, but worried they wouldn’t bother buying the new CD. He argued with himself that the quality wasn’t good enough and the real fans would want his records, not just a hazy image of him on their phones. And anyway, he grinned, all that noise and fuss. Just for him. It never failed to give him an erection as he walked off stage.
    Looking at his reflection he dried his face and hair with the towel and thought of how they loved him. Or was it him they loved? He shook his head to dislodge the thought and reached for a bottle of water. After having a large swig, he undressed to his underpants, and wrapped another towel around himself before sitting once more and lighting another cigarette.
    He was pleased with the facilities in the dressing room, reflecting the respect he incurred these days. Only a few years