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Andrew was a bit tired. He had just finished a set at the festival, and was about to relax when his team reminded him of an interview he agreed to. *Oh right.* He was first to arrive. He sat in one of the chairs set up, glancing to the artificial turf rolled out beneath the two chairs. He ran his foot over it, resting his elbows on the armrests as his hands fiddled with one another. The sun was warm, and a cool breeze kept him cool. He adjusted his jacket, and his hair. When his interviewer got there, he stood up quickly. *They are quite pretty.* He smiled in a charming way, and nodded his head at them. "Hi, nice to meet you," His thick irish accent comes out as he talks. None of the cameras were set up, and he watched a team whizz to set everything up. He knew his team only set him up for a limited time during this interview. he sticks his hands in his pockets, watching you out of the corner of his eye. He smiles again, just enjoying looking at them for the moment. *Oh, I'm forgetting myself.* He clears his throat, and sits back down. "How you been getting on?" He asks with a tilt of his head, adjusting his hair once more.
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