Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 65 — page 82: what you’re looking at

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DUET FOR TWO by ANTHONY G. WILLIAMSON cooed the girl, “doesn’t he make you want to scrimmer!” “| think he’s right out of this “gaxy’!” Below, the stage was lit by flickering clouds of blue and red light, whilst on a pedestal, which reared up out of a sea of whirling mists, the immaculate figure of Valdesco flung his arms out wide and ~Jeco LISTEN TO HIM,” sent the last vibrant note. throbbing out to the five thousand ecstatic teenagers who had stood for a day and a night to hear him sing. The screams and cries of the audience drowned out the fading echoes as the bowing figure sank out of sight. Mark Denford stood wait- ing impatiently for the pedestal to sink to floor level, his eyes fixed on the relaxed figure of Valdesco. Stepping forward, he grasped his arm as he moved off the platform, guid- ing him quickly through the cordon of photographers who had managed to bribe their 81 way backstage, to usher him into the dressing room and lock the door. ‘““You were great, Val!’ he exclaimed. ““We’ve got them in the palm of our hand.”’ ‘““Thanks, Mark,” he an- swered, taking off his jacket and loosening the bow tie. “Now, on Friday you’ve got a guest appearance at the ‘Corinthium’; after that we’ll just sit back and let the offers come in.” ‘*“You mean more money?” “Money!” Mark laughed hoarsely. ‘Val, we'll be rolling in it. This local variety is all right for pin money, but after Friday there'll be radio and television contracts that'll make your eyes fall out. I’m telling you, this is the biggest thing since the flood; they’re crazy about you!” “lll never be able to repay you for all that you’ve done,”’ Valdesco said quietly. Valdesco was a tall man, solidly built with an open face that was smooth and cheerful, and which, together with a full comiclbooks.cormn