V: Hi.

Simon: Hey.

V: I am on an unbelievable roll of luck.

	Simon: Luck has nothing to do with it. Destiny reigns supreme.
	V: No, destiny is why a world-famous group agreed to play in Port Charles.

Simon: No, no, no. That was sheer talent on your part. You're too charming to resist.

V: Oh, and the mere fact that they wanted to try out new material in small clubs.

Simon: Oh, there are small clubs all over the world -- paris, morocco, abidjan. You know, and the fact they're here --

V: Is destiny.

Simon: No. Charisma. Yours.

V: Ok, fine. Fine. I accept the compliment. So, where does destiny fit in? Your word, not mine.

Simon: Us. We met under impossible circumstances on another side of the globe, and yet here we are together. It was meant to be. That wasn't excessive, was it? V: Over the top. But for some strange reason, I don't mind.

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