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After a few minutes of conversation, the band's playing stopped.  With it so too did the conversations.  The lights began to dim and the ballroom became quiet.  Despite the stop of conversation, the room thrummed with the excited energy of the TAP clientele.  A light illuminated the stage and a tall, blonde, good looking fellow walked up with a microphone in hand.  He had a charming smile and sparkly white teeth.  He was in his late thirties and wore a pristine suit.

[color=00aeef]"Good evening ladies and gentleman,"[/color] he said in a clear, low voice.  His words were carefully enunciated and held no discernible American accent.  [color=00aeef]"My name is Vance Polk and I am the CEO and founder of TAP."[/color]  People started clapping and he soon held up his hand. [color=00aeef] "Thank you.  I just wanted to welcome all of you to our 23rd annual dinner.  We are going to mix things up a bit.  Instead of your watches telling you when you find your partner, we have a special surprise."[/color]  There were murmurs of confusion.

[color=00aeef]"The way I see it, life is much too short.  Why don't we have dessert first?"[/color]  Wait staff came through a set of side doors.  Their trays held tall flutes filled with an ice cream confection in a varying range of flavors.  There are names attached to the slim bottom of the glass with string and on a bit of parchment paper signifying which guest was to receive which.  [color=00aeef]"But these desserts are not the only things in these glasses.  There is something even sweeter than ice cream.  An indicator which matches up perfectly with your partner.  A partner who is sitting at the same table as you.  With that, I wish you all long and happy love.  Bon Appetit!"[/color]  He waved a hand and the lights slowly came back to full brightness.  Vance left the stage to the sound of grand applause before the clinking of spoons against glass filled the room.[/center]