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They pick up their drinks, no biscuits nor cakes, and they disappear in the direction of the changing rooms.
AngryBard and HayWire watch the girls depart, and NutJob notices that AngryBard’s eyes are following Kayt carefully. Kayt’s rear end to be precise! Amused by the thirteen year old’s interest in one of the sixteen year old girls NutJob looks AngryBard in the eye, raises his eyebrows knowingly, then looks in the direction of Kayt. And once more looks directly at AngryBard.
AngryBard recognises exactly what all the non verbal communication means, and asks, “Dave, can I chat with you for a mo?”
“OK, come on then! We’ll get a bit more privacy if we use the prop room.”
HayWire is left there at the refreshments table, standing among a group of random people, but feeling quite alone.
Sitting on one of the tables in the prop room, AngryBard is no longer certain that he actually wants to ask any questions. NutJob’s sure that he does, but thinks he’s probably unsure how to phrase things. In a sympathetic tone he kicks off the discussion.
“Everybody thinks you joined the orchestra, because it’s full of girls. We assumed that you were keen on one of them. What’s up?”
“They’re all boring!”
“Boring? You mean, you find them all boring? Maybe they’re all OK? I don’t know them, but maybe they’re all completely normal girls?”
AngryBard shrugs, and says nothing.
“You’re the exceptional one,” says NutJob, “genuine talent. Have you ever thought about it that way?”
“No,” he says, “but what I mean is that none of them has any enthusiasm. They all play music, but they don’t feel music.”
“I see … what does feel music mean to you?”
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