The Worst Song Ever
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MODERN DAY AU. I really hate bars. But I keep going to them, in the vain hope of meeting someone interesting. Against all odds, one night I actually do: a tall, slender gentleman, with silver hair and eyes like a rainstorm... Unfortunately, he's too busy scoping out the bartender (who has a distinctly gypsy-ish look) to pay me much mind. Maybe if I got his attention somehow?