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Dangerous Liaison

... up, it will look amazing."

"Hey," Frankie bounced up to us. All perky, wide eyed enthusiasm. "You talking about the Eiffel Tower?"

"No, the other famous Paris tower that gets lit up at night." Robbie deadpanned and Frankie laughed.

"What dance have you guys got?" I asked Frankie.

"Ohhhhh, you're going to love it," he told me with an awed voice.

"Salsa," Robbie said in a bored tone, laughing when Frankie slapped his arm.

"Ask me about the music," Frankie prompted, practically vibrating in place.

"What's the music, Frankie?"

"Flirt With Flowers," he grinned at me.

"You're kidding. That's amazing," I frowned, "Wait. It's like eight minutes long?"

Frankie shook his head, "Dad edited it for us, and he recorded a new ending. There's a really poignant little sax solo instead of the fade-out."

"Seriously, I'm getting a Juan Vega-Perez exclusive. That's awesome." I couldn't keep the excitement out of my voice.

"Hold on," Robbie interrupted. "You're a fan of Frankie's dad?"

"Have been for years," I admitted. "I knew Frankie for two years before I found out who his father is. His surname confused me."

"Total fan-boy," Frankie quipped and I laughed.

"Oh, that's an unfair advantage. I'm complaining. Who do I complain to?" Robbie asked.

I laughed again, because I could tell he was kidding. "You complain to the head judge," I told him and cracked up when Frankie yelled. "Objection overruled," in a terrible American accent.

"I bumped into ...

... Frankie and his dad in Rome one time. A couple of days after a competition, I had hung around to see Mr Vega-Perez in concert. Got yelled at in the street and it's Frankie and his dad eating pizza. I joined them and Frankie snuck me into a rehearsal. It was fantastic."

"Jesus," Robbie moaned. "Good job we don't get points for the music!"

"Well we kinda do," Frankie suggested. "I mean we get points for concept and presentation, right?" He had his tongue firmly in his cheek and giggled when Robbie made a grab for him.

"Kids. No respect."

They stopped fake fighting around me.

"Actually, Frankie. While you're here. Any plans for Halloween?" Robbie asked.

"No why?"

"Party. My place."

"Ohhhhh," Frankie's eyes lit up. "Is it costume? Please say yes."

"Obviously," Robbie grinned as Frankie jumped around whisper-shouting "Yes, yes!"

"You're based in London, aren't you?" Robbie asked me, as if an afterthought.

I nodded, my heart picking up speed.

"You should come," he invited carelessly. "You may think the American's invented Halloween, but it was actually us Scots."

"You should," Frankie added. "You'll know loads of people."

"You might even meet someone," Robbie suggested, his eyes innocent and wide.

"Yea," Frankie enthused. "A beautiful ghoul, or a glamourous vampyress."

"Vampyress?" Robbie queried. Sniggering when Frankie just looked at him, bewildered. "Jesus, your gaydar's for shit!"

Frankie's puzzled eyes snapped to me. "What, ...