"A conflict of choice." Meredith said, although that was not quite true. He'd not seen anyone who was exactly his type on stage and he wondered if maybe he could ask who ever was taking the bookings to direct him to a young man who would be of his suiting.
"Yes, and we don't want to wait all evening." Meredith agreed, heading out into the foyer were there was already a throng of men waiting to see boys, some having booked head for a favourite and others like them hoping to make an appointment. "After you," He said to Rupert.