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She looked at me with big puppy dog eyes. “But
that won’t be very romantic.”

“But, Honey, you know how much I hate people
staring at me,” I said. “And if I have to go clear up on the
stand...”
She stopped me. “Let’s do this. I will have

someone save a couple of seats on the front row, and I
will come down off of the stand and join you.” I thought
about it a minute and felt that was a fair compromise.
Saturday came, and things didn’t go as planned. I
was even later than I expected. When I messaged Donna
to say I was on my way, she texted back that she had to

play for some extra musical numbers and couldn’t join
me immediately. “But I talked a lady on the first row into
saving us a couple of seats,” she said.
“How will I know which seats are ours?” I asked.

“That’s easy,” she replied. “The room is packed.
There are only two front row seats left.”
“How will the lady know it’s me?” I asked.
“I described you to her, so it will be fine,” Donna’s
text said.

When I arrived, I looked through the door, and,
indeed, found a packed room. I stood in the back and
could only see two seats right on the front row. I made
my way up there, trying not to draw attention to myself.
When I sat down, the lady leaned over and whispered to

me. “I’m sorry, but these seats are reserved for someone
else.”
Embarrassed, I looked for other seats at the front,
but couldn’t see any. So, with everyone staring at me, I
made my way to the back again. Between sessions,

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