Nolan

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The wine was rather... sour. It tasted different. Nolan wasn't exactly sure he liked it. He removed his little blue gloves that his grandmother had forced him to wear, and fingered the design in the glass.

"They're pretty," complemented Fied.

"Look, what happened onstage isn't your fault I guess..."

"Shhh." She put her finger on his lips.

"It's okay. I wouldn't have wanted it differently. Wolld... he's over protective." Nolan was touched at her quiet words.

"I like you, Fied."

"One would think so after our big finale," she whispered, smiling.

"Too bad the people backstage didn't get to see the show." His heart was pounding as he said the words.

"They're here now, lets give them a recap," Fied said. "I've always liked you. This is a brilliant way to start adulthood." She stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the forehead. Then in an instant they heard the sound of breaking glass behind them. Nolan spun around, and saw Wolld.

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