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[In Medda Larkin’s theatre, you were in the private box above the stage, reviewing the show for the paper, when the newsboy climbed up the ladder and entered. You looked up at him annoyed.]

“This is a private box—“ [you started.]

“Oh, I can lock the door if you want me to.” [he said, a smirk on his face but looking oh-so innocent at the same time.] “Twice in a day. Think it’s fate?”

“Please go away. I’m working.” [you spoke, sounding annoyed.]

“A working girl, eh? Doin’ what?” [he responded, peering over your shoulder.]

“Reviewing the show for The New York Sun.” [you sounded annoyed.]

“Hey! I work for The World!” [he responded enthusiastically.]

“Somewhere out there, someone cares. Go tell em.” [you responded, looking up at him annoyed then back at the sheet of paper you were writing on.]

“The view’s better up here.”* [he spoke, leaning his forearms on the rails of the private box.]

[Once he noticed you weren’t paying attention to him anymore, he turned around and rested his back on the rails. He took out a newspaper, and started…singing…?]

“I got no use for moonlight, or sappy poetry…love at first sight’s for suckers…at least it used to be. Look, girls are nice, once or twice, til I find someone new. But I never planned on someone like you.” [he sung, as the two girls beneath you two started performing. And then…he started drawing you on the newspaper. As he sung that. Again. That was until you saw him drawing.]