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It was a dark and stormy night...somewhere. But here it was a bright, sunny day. Grant was inside intently practicing his cello. He had a concert coming up, and it would decide whether or not he would move to first chair. First chair, next to Jane. | His beloved Jane..surely a curious name for a fifthyseven years old bold guy playing a filthy double bass. Surely he was attractive in some way, surely in a way Grant could not resist. | So, would that be a filthy seven years bald guy, or a fifty seven year old filthy guy who was also pretty audacious?