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directly in front of us.
    Mr. Crow's splendor is only emphasized in comparison to the rather unimpressive stature and sloppy clothing of the interviewer when he places himself next to him.
    What a gorgeous man he is. I am beginning to think that I should have given his books another chance before coming here. Wouldn't that have been the polite thing to do?
    Then again, it's not like he is going to find about that anyways.
    "Cedric," the interviewer says - and it's easy to tell that there's pride in the fact that he may address the writer by his first name. "So good to see you. And as you can tell, you have been greatly anticipated."
    The interviewer gestures towards the crowd, who instantly replies with another round of approving whistles and applause.
    And this time, I am actually rolling my eyes. I never understood why people in crowds tend to scream, whistle and applause for an eternity instead of actually waiting to hear the person they have come to see. If anything, their interruptions only prolonged the wait for the actual event that they have paid for.
    I may be imagining things, but judging from Cedric Crow's face, I am beginning to think that he is equally sick of the constant noise that is thrown in his direction.
    His eyes quickly scan the crowd, wandering through the entire hall before he lowers his head and quickly observes the audience below his feet. Us.
    "Oh my God," I hear Lesley gasp next to me, as his eyes rest on us for a split second. "He looked at me!"
    I raise my eyebrows and glance at her from the side. Nothing in his demeanor suggested that he was looking at us any longer than he has looked at anybody else in this giant venue. But I would be an ass to point that out to her right now.
    I thought he would read to us first, but as it turns out, the first point on the agenda is the interview. The two men take their seats and give the audience a few more minutes to settle before the questioning starts.
    The expectant silence that spreads through the hall as Mr. Crow starts speaking is almost bizarre compared to the noise that people caused just a few moments before.
    The conversation starts with a few boring pleasantries. The interviewer asks how Mr. Crow is doing, and how long he has been in the city. If he has seen anything interesting during his visit so far and if he is enjoying his hotel room - a question that causes me to roll my eyes again.
    If Mr. Crow is annoyed or bored by the opening questions posed at him, he is doing a very good job at hiding it. His voice is deep and steady while he - very politely - answers each and every one of them. Like most people who are used to be in the spotlight, he also makes sure to throw in the occasional joke and convey the impression that he is not taking himself too seriously.
    It works. The audience laughs at just the right moments. It is easy to tell by his confident smile that he feels completely in control of the whole situation. And he is.
    He appears to be a lot less nervous than the interviewer, who keeps shifting in his seat, crossing and uncrossing his legs and nervously fiddling with the cards in his hands that are supposed to lead him through the interview. His voice cracks here and there, and his nervous laughter almost makes me feel sorry for him.
    Mr. Crow's overly self-assured attitude is intimidating, there is no denying that.
    The conversation becomes a little less awkward once the interviewer starts asking him about his writing and his current projects. Now that he has overcome the lame opening questions and silly small talk, he can finally dig into his area of expertise. The book nerd is in his element.
    And so is Cedric Crow.
    "Are you willing to share a few details about your current project?" the interviewer investigates. "It's a novel series I hear? Similar to your 'Silent Daughter' novel from about two years ago?"
    The interviewer turns to the crowd. "One of Cedric's biggest hits, as we all know."
    And the audience agrees with him. Cheers