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Rob returned Isaiah's smile. He was finding that he kind of liked the tall pawnshop owner. They'd never be best buds, their worlds were too far apart for that, but they could interact in a friendly, social manner. Plus he knew Sid, and that was something in his favor already.

"No, we haven't played together yet," he conceded. "I should have her mix some of my stuff -- not the acoustic stuff I play out on the street, but the punk stuff. That'd be interesting." He gave a small snicker, thinking about his weird brand of punk music mixed in her style. "I play a lot of different instruments besides guitar -- drums, bass, flute, even violin -- so jamming with her would be fun. I hope to pin her down one day at her keyboard and just play."

He cocked his head. "So what's EBM then? I know what EDM is, but I'm not all up on dance music," he grinned. "I'd ask Sid, but she'd probably slug me."

"I might have to check some of that EBM stuff out then," Rob grinned. "There's some industrial I like, mostly old-school s**t. I'm not a complete punk." He laughed at himself over the last remark. He was a punk, to be sure, and the music he made was punk -- but it had other elements in it as well, old British folk and Celtic-rock elements. So maybe he wasn't as punk as all that. Not that it mattered to him what anyone else thought of his music. Well, it did and it didn't. He knew people liked it or they wouldn't buy his CDs or download his stuff. And that made him happy. But people criticizing it for not being punk enough could piss off as far as he was concerned.

He nodded. "Right. I'll let you know soon as I've made the deal. You take care of yourself too," he added. Then Isaiah disappeared back into the pawn shop, leaving Rob with a cryptic statement to ponder. What had he meant by Sid liking to get herself in trouble? He figured there was something to it, given that she'd fled New York for a reason she had yet to discuss with him.

But there was something else that niggled at his brain too. The way Isaiah had talked about Sid in general left Rob with the distinct impression that he knew her better than he was letting on. Maybe he'd met her more than once? That was probably it. Maybe they hung out together on occasion -- Sid was a friendly sort, probably a friendly DJ as well, so he could see that happening.

Still, that was something for him to think about later, and maybe get answers to. He had a job to do for Isaiah in the meantime.