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    “Hi,” he said his smile widening.  “So, you’re a Yank.”  He sounded surprised.
    Deanna nodded, unable to speak as her entire body went inexplicably numb.  Due to her utter panic, she failed to notice that Nigel was also struggling to find something to say.  The gorgeous vocalist was just as nervous as she was.
    “Can I get you a drink?” he finally asked, wincing when he realized she was clutching a glass of wine to her chest.
    “I’ve got one, thank you,” she smiled.
    They stared at each other and then at the glass in her hand before starting to laugh.
    “I’m not very good at this I’m afraid,” Nigel grinned, embarrassment darkening his fair skin.
    “Oh, you’re perfect…uh, perfectly fine.”  Deanna blushed and felt his warm hand on her arm. “I’m Deanna Darmody,” she offered as he steered her toward a large overstuffed sofa.
    “Nigel…” he began.
    “I know who you are,” Deanna smiled over her shoulder at him.
    “Well, Deanna,” he said, pronouncing her name Deann er which sent little prickles of delight all over her body.  “I’d love to hear all about the States.  I’ve never been.”  Nigel cleared his throat to cover his feeling of complete ineptitude.  He was eager to chat up the petite blonde who had unwittingly starred in his steamiest fantasies numerous times in the past few weeks.  After giving her lovely figure the once over, he couldn’t believe he had convinced himself that he never wanted to meet her.  She was so beautiful it made his heart pound and his groin throb to think of what might happen between them tonight...if he was lucky.
    As they talked neither of them noticed Thom McCordy watching them from across the room.  A skinny redhead in sequined hot pants was massaging his inner thigh, becoming more insistent, but he ignored her.  He couldn’t take his eyes off of the stunning blonde wasting her time on Nigel.  If only she could see that Nigel would take what he could get before tossing her aside like so much rubbish.  The redhead pulled Thom’s face to hers and licked his lower lip, trying desperately to be seductive.  He pulled away from her thinking that she would be much more to Nigel’s liking. It was true that he had advised Nigel to get laid but not with a girl who would be absolutely gutted when he walked away sated and indifferent.  It was so obvious that the little blonde had already fallen hard for the bastard.  It was obvious in her posture as she leaned in close hanging onto his every word, huge green eyes sparkling as they travelled over his face and body.  Perfect teeth gently nibbled luscious pink lips as she imagined the way Nigel would feel against her naked flesh, the way he would taste in her mouth.  Disgusted, Thom pulled away from the redhead to go in search of a drink.  He couldn't stomach watching Nigel move in for the kill like a cobra hypnotizing a tasty rodent for its next meal.  Glancing back over his shoulder at the pair who appeared to be so happily cocooned in their own little world, he felt bad karma settle over every member of Metal Urge and shivered.
    Trevor finally gathered the members of Metal Urge and made formal introductions to a group of suited men, some sucking on foul-smelling cigars that he had provided.  He seemed completely in his element, and for the first time, the musicians felt that they had made the right decision in hiring him.  These were the kind of men on the corporate side of the music business that could make or break an unknown band, but they obviously respected Trevor’s instinct.  In no time at all, Trevor’s impassioned spiel had procured enough financial backing to more than pay for Metal Urge to cut a record.  The suits insisted the band work with a top-notch producer named William “Wild Bill” Dennison, and they assured the lads that their music would hit the airways as soon as a single was released.  Any band worth its salt had heard of the legendary