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Terry chuckled a little at the boy's response. It was clear that he didn't know the big city all too well. The train might have been taking off from Nottingham, but it was headed to London. There was bound to be a slice from every corner of the big city pie.

“Folks like them enjoy kicking around the dirt cheep speakeasys in New York. Paris is a whole different story. You'll find them almost everywhere.”

He slipped up to the bar and bought a couple more cigarettes while the kid continued on. The guy seemed to want to say more to him on the subject, but didn't go about it. Terry lit one of his cigarettes. This one he was going to savour. It wasn't often that he got a chance to buy cigarettes from such a swanky place. He was sure that this one was going to be great. He slowly sucked in and his body slipped off into another world or a moment. Perfection.

“Why don’t you walk with me and tell me your origin.”

“You want to know about me, then? Okay, let's talk. The name's Terry Gillet. You may have heard of me, but probably not. I was a performer in New York City. Got to meet quite a few interesting folk. Cole Porter, Al Jolson, Marion Harris, and even Mr. Ziegfeld himself. I had a moment with Charlie Chaplin at a party a couple of years back. Although, we'll see how much longer he's relevant with the Jazz Singer and whatnot. You see it? Absolutely brilliant, I say. Anyway, chose to leave t all behind and move to my home country of France, but couldn't find work. I've too much pride to go back home and now I'm here to see a big producer and hopefully make it big in Europe. We'll see.”

By this point, the two men had reached the corridor that the two ladies had been. They weren't there any longer. “Looks like the dames have up and left. Wonder where? Now what's your name? What are you up to?”