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It was ten minutes to nine that morning. Normally Erik Destler by this point during his weekend off would be locked away in his room composing. But instead the masked maestro was pacing rather impatiently in the sitting room. Jareth sighed, watching his roommate. "She'll show up, don't overreact." Still Erik kept pacing back and forth methodically. It was obvious to the Goblin King that Erik was completely hung up on this woman. Ever since he, James, and Javert watched the two exit the elevator together the other day. Something about the way the masked man spoke to her and she to him. And the lack of arias drifting through the quiet air, a