“Is that?”


“Over there. It looks like him.”

“Oh my God! It is him! I’m going over to talk to him; I mean I have to. You know?”

“What are you going to say?”

“I don’t know. I’ll probably say something about how much I love his lyrics, how impressed I have always been by their depth and wit. Either that or I will just stand there with my mouth slightly open and mumble ‘hi’ and ‘I love you’. We’ll just have to see.”

As I watched Nicola wander across the street to say ‘hello’ to her idol; her favourite band member from her favourite band, I could not help but smile. It was right that I stayed in the pub and watched from afar. Sure I like their music but she is a real fan; tagging along would have been tacky. As I looked around the bar I could see other small groups being left by one or two people, fingers being pointed out of the window. By the time Nicola came back, the object of her admiration was surrounded by fans; credit to him he was smiling and chatting, not running from them.

“He’s lovely.”

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