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gentleman. “Your role in this farce was that of a playboy who was stringing along multiple girlfriends. Being both a confirmed bachelor in real life, as well as a man who’s known to be quite popular with the ladies, have you ever found yourself in a similar situation?”
    Wow. I couldn’t believe how personal some of these questions were getting. But, even though I was surprised, Dane didn’t seem to be.
    “You’re asking if I’m actually an unfaithful, commitment-phobic manwhore?” Dane grinned and pulled out his smart phone. “Hmm. Not sure I can be objective. Just let me put out a quick poll on Twitter,” he said, miming scrolling through a bunch of tweets and thumb-typing the question to his gazillion fans and followers. “I can get back to you with the results in fifteen minutes. Twenty tops.”
    The reporter had the good sense to sit down with an embarrassed chuckle and let the subject drop.
    A few of the acting students finally asked some respectful and relevant questions, but there were a couple members of the press who had a knack for being particularly invasive.
    One lady reporter behind me called out to him, demanding to know about his long-term relationship with actress Emily Brennan. “Are the two of you still an item, or are the reports true that she left you for Jonathan Richie, the CEO of AlphaSig Technologies?”
    For the first time, the laugh lines on either side of Dane’s mouth seemed to tighten, and he stared hard in our direction. Not only at the press lady but, also, at everyone in our section. His gaze caught mine, and he looked at me for a long moment. Did he mistakenly think I’d asked that question?
    Rosemary jumped in and belatedly reminded the crowd that we were to ask the cast members only about acting and the current production. “Please, let’s stick to inquiries about the show.”
    “My apologies, Mr. Tyler,” the reporter behind me said with an unmistakable edge of mocking in her voice. She stood up this time, resting her hands on the back of my seat, as if to include us all in this discussion. “Let me rephrase that. Will Emily Brennan be coming to see the show? ”
    “That would be a better query for her social secretary,” Dane replied tartly. “I have my hands full just keeping track of my own engagements.” He laughed it off, but there was a hard glint in his light-blue eyes. And, as he ran his fingers through his wavy blond hair, I saw him sneaking a glimpse at his watch. Couldn’t say I blamed him for wanting this Q&A session to end.
    If that was his wish, he got it after just a few more questions. The director gathered together some of the technical experts on the crew—particularly lighting and sound—to answer a few student questions specific to those specialties. Dane and the other actors slipped offstage.
    “C’mon!” Elsie said to Sharlene and me. “Rosemary said she’d introduce us to Dane.”
    “What?!” I nearly shrieked, instinctively smoothing down my hair. “Oh, God, no. I can’t actually meet Dane Tyler.”
    “Of course you can,” Shar said.
    Kristopher leaned past me to address the other two women. “It’s always been her dream to meet him face to face. Make her go.” Then, to me, he added, “Look, Jules, even I want to meet the guy, and he was my high-school rival for your attention.” He winked.
    Elsie raised her eyebrows at this and Shar broke into a wide grin. “Really?” both women said together as they all but pushed me out of the row and toward where Rosemary was standing. She was far off to the right side of the stage with Dane next to her. The two of them were speaking privately.
    “We don’t want to interrupt them,” I murmured, trying to pull away.
    “Nonsense,” Elsie said. “Rosemary is expecting us.”
    “But—”
    Before I could finish protesting, the stage manager in question spotted us and waved us closer.
    “Dane, I’d like to take just a moment to introduce you to my good friend Elsie Whitcomb and