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To avoid being late this time, Daniel had left for the theatre at eleven o'clock, even though it wasn't far to walk. At Klaus' insistence, he was wearing a black suit that had apparently belonged to Klaus' father, even though he felt like a total square in it. Come on, man, I don't wear things like this! He'd groaned, but Klaus had given him a look which told him to stop arguing. And when Daniel had recalled Armand, how effortlessly he'd draped himself over the chair outside the cafe, his unearthly beauty... Yeah. Okay. He'd agreed to wear the suit. Anything to make him feel less on the back foot this time. He'd really screwed up last time, and he'd spent all day waiting for Armand's assistant to call his cell phone to tell him this had been cancelled. But the call never came.
So now, here he was, half an hour early, standing outside the theatre and having a smoke to kill time. It was cold. He should've brought a coat. More importantly, he should've brought his cell phone, but he still wasn't used to it. It was only once he'd hugged Klaus goodbye and Klaus had said text me how it goes, that Daniel realised he'd never sent a text before, and anyway he'd left his cell phone in his apartment. "Genius, man," he muttered to himself. "What's your excuse this time, huh? You're definitely not on drugs now. You're just a moron."
To waste time while he waited, he thought back to the interview with Armand. It was so obvious now, thinking back, that he'd been off his gourd. Totally whacked out. Jesus, hadn't he thought Armand's eyes were the colour of his Plymouth Challenger? Wasn't there a moment when he'd thought he was gonna jump him in the doorway of the cafe? Daniel had done a lot of humiliating stuff in his life — sorta went with the territory of being a junkie — but that had to be one of the worst interviews he'd ever done. "Don't do drugs, kids," he murmured. "You'll tweak out in front of a beautiful guy and almost have a panic attack." Still. It wasn't the worst interview he'd ever done. Louis still held the top spot. He'd really fucked up that one —
The door to the theatre opened, and Daniel spun around on his heel. Armand. There was Armand. Daniel's first thought it was, I wasn't totally crazy, he really is that attractive. His second thought was, he didn't stand me up. And he felt such a wave of relief that his knees went weak. He smiled. "Hey, man, is it cool I'm early? I figured you might wanna... I dunno... show me 'round beforehand. Or we could just go in? Whatever. I'm cool. It's your show, right?" Stop talking. Now. He fell silent and just stood there. Somehow, this was his second meeting with Armand, and he'd managed to look like an idiot again. In less than twelve hours. Had to be a fucking record.