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couldn't keep from asking.

"What're you looking at?"

"Oh, nothing. That club over there. See it? it's the one
with the bright green shamrock."

"The Lucky Clover? Ugh. Don't remind me," I grumbled,
leaning on the rock. "I hate that place."

"Can't stand green?"

"No, I was laughed offstage."

"Ah, so you're a musician?"

"Well, sort of. See that planet off to the left?" I said,
pointing. The man squinted at it, and nodded. "Well, I'm from
there. Spent the last 7 years working on a mix of polka, rap,
grunge, and speed metal. Really a hit over there."

"I take it you were quite the celebrity?" the man asked.

"Well, yes. 'Cept there aren't many record producers over
there. One day, one of my fans says, 'Why not move to C'atel?
That's THE place for the music scene. You're a sinch to get
hired there!'"

"Makes sense," the man stated. "After all, this is sort of
the Liverpool of the century."

"Liverwhat?" I asked, confused.

"Liverpool. City on Terra quite some time back. The
Beatles were from there."

"Can't say I've heard of them," I said, thinking hard.
"Where was I?"

"Something about hiring."

"Yeah. Well, I spend everything I have to fly out here and
get an apartment. I'm hired over the phone, sort of a spur of
the moment thing, by the Lucky Clover. Opening night, I go up
there with my combination accordion/guitar, and start playing."

"How'd you do?" he asked, stirring his coffee with a finger.

"Terrible. Laughed offstage. A few reviewers in the crowd
declared me to be some weak amateur in the papers the next day.