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Though lacking charisma, technique and talent, Lance swaggered in to the arms of a stranger, for today, his hair looked excellent. Sometimes that was enough.

Flinty watched him go, not minding. Flinty's applause from the audience rang loudest. His performance drew more laughs and gasps than anyone else.

Flinty made to leave, but found his exit impeded by a girl. "Well done," she enthused, eyes afire with praise for his talent.

"Thank you! Hey... would you like a drink?"

The girl laughed kindly, looking him up and down. "No, but thank you."

What use is talent to a girl, anyway?