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"Why do I have to be the one on stage?" John protests, hanging back in the shadows. "You're the one who likes to show off, likes to be the center of attention."
"Because every eye will be on you," Sherlock explains, with a shrug to show how obvious he thinks this is. "Nobody watches the band's manager. They'll see only you as I observe them. Besides, your singing voice is tolerable."
" Go put these on," Sherlock continues. "I had Molly make them -- I deduced your measurements; they should fit perfectly. She'll be undercover as the seamstress for the band, by the way. You'll need longer hair, too -- try this wig."
Minutes later: "I feel ridiculous."
Sherlock just stares at him for a long moment.
Finally: "Don't forget the shoes."
"What?!" John exclaims. "No. Sherlock. Just. No. This is --"
"All the nice girls like a music man. Especially a tall one. It's been proven empirically on three continents."
"I... Just this once, you hear me?"
"As long as it takes, John. We must take down Glamiarty."
