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Dimitris: Yeah. You… You don’t want to do something about that, do you? Not your style, I guess.

Isaiah: How do you mean?

Dimitris: You don’t address the crowds during your shows, except to say hi and talk about their cities. You don’t talk about yourself, about your songs… About… things.

Isaiah: Hmmm

Isaiah: No, I don’t. I’ve never done it.

Dimitris:…

Isaiah: Maybe I should start.

Dimitris: Whatever works for you.

Isaiah: I’ll book you a flight for tonight instead.

Dimitris: Huh?

Isaiah: That work for you?

Dimitris: I’m packing as we speak.

Isaiah: I need your help to come up with what I want to say to them. They will be all Greeks, you know?

Dimitris: You realize we’ve had non-stop flights arriving from all over the world for your first European tour stop, right?

Isaiah: What?

Dimitris: Most of Greece’s major airports have been jammed since early May. And the tourist season is just starting. They are all coming here for you.

Isaiah: Crap.

Dimitris: What? Like you didn’t expect it?

Isaiah: I didn’t know what to expect. I’ve never toured Europe before.

Dimitris: Well, welcome.

Isaiah: I feel more lost than ever. I’m sending my jet for you and Yiannis.

Dimitris: You what?

Isaiah: I need to go. My assistant will call you, if that’s ok. It was good talking to you. Grounded me.

Dimitris: Who will call me?

Dimitris: Wait, what?

Dimitris: Isaiah?

Athens

thirty-two

That’s it.

I’m doing it.

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