a man named brian      Two weeks later, while passing the hours of a Sunday morning surfing the net in the spare bedroom upstairs, Nora realized that she hadn't checked her email in quite some time. She began to wonder if she had missed any timely messages, or if her inbox would be filled with a bunch of "enlarge yourself naturally" spam. She questioned whether she really wanted to find out. She did. She typed the url into the little box at the top of the aol browser and proceeded to click through the hoops standing between her and her inbox.      She found that she had ten new messages. Some high school friends from various college towns had dropped a couple of lines across the country. They mentioned homesickness and pizza and the nice new friends on their floor. Nora speed read through them, suppressing a yawn and then quickly responded with the obligatory "wow, that's so cool". Next was an email from a teacher noting a venue change for an up coming lecture. Nora printed into out and heaved herself out of the large leather office chair comfortably positioned in front of the computer, and into her bedroom to tack the notice to a bulletin board over her desk. She returned to the computer and clicked through a couple of business related emails, quickly sending her editor her latest work. He was a fairly nice guy with an honest disposition and firm ass. She had met him only once and that seemed to be the only thing worth remembering.      The last email had an address that was unknown to her. Nora feared viruses like most people fear sharks, so she quickly scanned it for anything and then reluctantly opened it.      Nora, My name is Brian Avnet and I am Josh Groban's manager. I wanted to let you know that Josh and I as well as David Foster read your post on the message board and thought it was just lovely. We did some background checking and noticed that you have some experience with mainstream journalism. We'd like to know if you'd be willing to take us up on your idea and join us for the tour in January. I've attached my fax and phone numbers at the bottom of this email, call collect if you need to. Brian Avnet      'Whoa', was all Nora could think as she stared at the computer screen utterly stunned. .:. back