Rare Olde Times
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The band was about to start up again. Smoke hung in the air of the dim lit pub. I stepped onto the gently worn stage that was carefully placed in the corner of the main room, heart pounding...still wondering if he was really here. His back was towards me, and the bar was at the far end of the room, so maybe he wouldn’t notice. I gripped the mic and started to hum the beginning of a crowd favorite, "Danny Boy".