[And there is Ankh, looking relaxed in the red and white checkered pants, open white dress shirt and black tank top, looking somehow like a delinquent high school student than a musician. He was being trailed by a bodyguard, who just shrugged before taking up a space by the wall.]
Good morning. [It was morning somewhere, right?] How are you doing?
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Good morning. [It was morning somewhere, right?] How are you doing?