(he is playing Trois mouvements de Petrouchka by Stravinsky for an eligant charity ball. He spots you and actually misses a chord, but can't seem to be upset. he finishes the piece beautifully and then seeks you out, finding you by the refreshments) There you are... (he takes your hand and presses a kiss to it, holding your gaze) Ravie, ma beauté.... i am Nicholas.... may i have your name?
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