Les was in a love-struck stupor as he watched Melody perform. As soon as his angel stepped off stage he followed her. "Wow, Melody, dat was beautiful." Melody thoroughly ignored Les as she removed the hat she had worn onstage. Les did not realize he was being ignored, "Um, I was wonderin' if ya'd like tah spend an evenin' wit me sometime." Les was relieved that he had finally done the impossible, but Melody did not say a word. "Um, did ya heah me, Melody?" Melody walked right past Les and did not seem to notice him. "Harold, if anyone asks, I'm in my dressing room." Harold nodded, his right eye featuring quite the shiner from the previous evening's row. Les did not want to mess with Harold again so he ran to catch Melody before she reached her dressing room. "What's goin' on, Melody? Why won't ya talk tah me?" He held her by the arm so that she could not walk away. "You had no right to hit Harold." She said bluntly. "Melody! He was makin' sour comments 'bout ya!" Les got defensive. "I couldn't let 'im say dose tings." "So you didn't want free candy?" she asked. "No.? Why?" he asked. "Harold said you wanted candy and hit him when he wouldn't give it to you." "Dat's not what happened at all. I was jist watchin' ya, and he started sayin' mean tings." "Well, in that case, I'm sorry, Les." She smiled at him. "And I would like to go out with you some evening," Les almost jumped out of excitement, "but I always work evenings." "Oh," Les hung his head in disappointment until an idea came to him *light bulb* "Would ya wanna go out some time real early in dah mornin'?" Les knew this was an extreme request but hoped it would fly. "Sure! We could watch the sunrise!" Melody giggled. "Yeah." Les replied, "sunrise, shoah.how bout tahmarrah?" Les asked. "Okay. What time will you pick me up." She implored. "How bout five ah'clock tahmarrah mornin'?" he asked. "Sure. Well, Les, I have to change for my next number. I'll see you at five." She blew Les a kiss that made him swoon for the next five minutes. Les was on cloud nine.