"Duke, shall we continue?" the staff asked quietly.
Lucas Walker gave a faint smile, nodded gently to Angie, and walked away from Ivana Bennett's Studio booth.
As everyone left, Angie stood still, gripping her hands in excitement.
"Oh my gosh...oh my gosh...someone pinch me, I must be dreaming, ah...am I dreaming?!" She reached out her hand, pinched herself, "Ouch...that hurts, it's real...the Duke just spoke to me...oh gosh, he's even more handsome than on TV! I need to call the manager."
She fumbled for her phone, with trembling fingers, finally managed to dial Ivana's number.
"Manager... I have something to tell you, you're going to be famous, you'll be famous!"
"What are you talking about?!" On the phone, Ivana sounded resigned, "Angie, can you get to the point?"
