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After her album, and merchandise gets signed and she finishes her conversation, she walks out briskly. Completely ignoring my existence, although what did I expect, she doesn't know me. Neither does her 'favourite' band. 

Emerson is still holding my hand and as much as it's nice...I feel awkward. I try to move my hand away and he looks over at me, letting go.

"Oh, sorry," he laughs,"I'm new to this whole 'invite-your-new-fan-to-sit-at-your-table' thing. I didn't want you to leave because of her." he adds shyly.


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