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gently blew his hair and he squinted in the sunlight, as if he was waiting for Chelsea to invite him in. "Anyway, I know that you're probably busy, but I wanted to talk to you for just a minute. Is it all right if I come in?"
    Chelsea hesitated, should she invite a strange guy into the house? He didn't seem like he was dangerous or threatening in any way, so with a small mental shrug she stepped out of the way and opened the door so that he could come in.
    "I was just sitting down to eat some leftovers for lunch, are you hungry?"
    "No thank you, I just ate." Kurt looked around the front room and noticed a pair of patent leather high heels in the corner next to a designer handbag, a Cosmo magazine, and a bottle of Fiji artesian spring water. The accessories seemed out of place in the small town, humble home.
    "Go ahead and sit down," Chelsea motioned to the couch. She sat down in the armchair next to the couch. "So what can I do for you?"
    "Well, the reason I came to talk to you is because I heard a rumor that you’re thinking about shutting down the radio station. Is that true?"
    "I haven't decided yet, but it is a strong possibility. I just don't see how the radio station can continue running without my father here to manage it."
    "You can't shut it down," Kurt said forcefully. "That's not an option. We’ll have to find another way to keep it running."
    Chelsea was surprised by Kurt's strong opinion in regards to the radio station, especially because she wasn't even aware that he was involved. Her father never mentioned anything to her on the phone about Kurt, and she knew all of the employees that were previously working for the station. "So, have you been working for the radio station? Why is it so important to you that it continues?"
    "I moved back here two years ago, and I've seen how much it means to the people in this area. Especially some of the kids in the poorer parts of town... they look forward to the opportunity to participate by singing on the radio show. In fact, instead of roaming the streets and getting into trouble, they spend their free time practicing their music to sing on the radio. If you shut down the station, then they aren't going to have anything to work towards."
    "I feel bad for the kids, but they’re just going to have to find another hobby. I’m supposed to be back to work by Monday, and there's no way I can keep this radio station running from my home in California . My job keeps me busy, and I just don't have the time."
    "Well, you are going to need to figure something out, because out town can't lose the radio station. It's been a great point of connection and inspiration for so many people. You can't pull the rug out from under them, they will be heartbroken."
    "There's nothing to figure out, because I can't do anything about it. Everyone will need to face the truth, which is that every good thing eventually comes to an end. So I guess I need to be the one to wrap everything up since my father isn't around anymore." Chelsea shrugged, and pulled her feet onto the couch in a cross-legged position. She was surprised that the conversation had put her in such a defensive position. She barely knew this guy, why did she care about his opinion?
    Kurt could feel his blood starting to boil; this big-city diva had no idea what this radio station meant to the people in this town! He knew that Ch elsea had moved away, but he was hoping that there was a little bit of her father left in her. He was looking for the compassion and selflessness that he had seen in her father, the compassion that had kept the radio station going for so many years.
    They sat in silence for a few seconds, staring at each other-- as if they were challenging the other person to break the silence. The only sound in the room was the tick-tock of the grandfather clock in the corner of the room and the gentle hum of the air conditioner.
    Kurt finally broke the silence, trying hard to keep his voice despite the anger that he was