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was something more than beautiful about him –
there was a strange haunting sense of tragedy in his eyes – a brooding,
mournful look that suggested that there was more to this Danny Blue than met
the eye.
                Is
he looking at me ? I felt my face grow hotter still as Danny Blue's icy eyes
fixed upon me. Why is he looking at me? Stop blushing, Neve...
                My
mother always used to tell me the story of the first time she met my dad,
screaming her head off at one of his concerts, catching his eye from across a
crowded room. Was this how she felt?
                It
was almost a relief when class ended, and I could get away. I briefly switched
on my phone, noticing a text from Steve.
     
    Steve: Ten
for auditions. Got some recs. Meet at the apt. S.
     
    Luc and Steve
– already sophomores at USC – shared an off-campus apartment near the dorms.
     
    Me: Will be
there .
     
    I texted back,
noticing Danny out of the corner of my eye. He was checking his phone, too, his
expression tense with concentration. He looked up at me, noticing that we were
doing the same thing, and smiled, sending my attempts at cool aloofness
torpedoing into destruction. He slid his phone down the front pocket of his
jeans and walked over to me as I stood up with my book bag. He was a full head
and a half taller than I was, I noted – a feat; I was nearly five-ten myself,
having inherited my mother’s height and pretty much her build.
                “I've
got to ask,” he said – his accent even more swoon-inducing than it had been a moment
ago. “Have we met before? You look awfully familiar.”
                I
turned even redder. If I told him that the reason I looked awfully familiar was
because he'd probably seen my dad in concert, he'd probably think what the
others did – that I was only taking this class like every other celebrity's
daughter, for an easy A. “I just have one of those faces,” I said, avoiding his
gaze. “I get that a lot. I'm always being told I look like somebody....” Neve,
get a grip. Why are you stammering? I never stammered. I never got this red
or embarrassed around a guy, ever.
                “I
doubt that very much,” said Danny. “You definitely don't have that kind of
face. If I'd met you before, I'd remember, ah...”
                “Neve,”
I said quickly.
                “Neve
what?” He looked down at his class list.
                Damn
it. “Neve Knight,” I admitted. “It's – uh – it's under Never Knight.”
                “Never
Knight?” he smiled. “Like – Never Ever Never?”
                “Exactly
like that. But I just go by Neve.”
                “Were
your parents hippies or something?”
                I
breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't put two and two together yet.
                “Yeah,
you could say that.”
                “Pleased
to meet you, Neve...” he said. Then he frowned, suddenly, his eyes darkening. Does
he know who I am ? “I imagine I'll talk to you more in the coming weeks.
We'll be dividing up into small workshop seminars to work on our first-semester
projects. We'll be choosing a decade and working on research presentations
accordingly – so start thinking about which time period you want to work on,
and we'll discuss music from then.”
                “Well
if there's one thing I know about,” I blurted out before I could stop myself,
“it's music.”
                Idiot. I wanted to clap my hand over my mouth in shame. Idiot. Did I just
tell Danny Blue, future doctorate in musicology, that I was a music expert?
                But
he didn't seem too offended. “Good,” he chuckled softly. “Same here, really.”
He patted me lightly on the arm, sending electricity flying through my body.
“Later, love,” he said, striding off, and leaving me standing