He walked over and leaned against the wall beside me. I had to crane my neck to look up into his eyes. I don’t know what I was searching for—disgu...t, maybe? But his expression was unreadable.“Are you, um, disappointed?” I asked. I felt embarrassed even though I had no real reason to be. I was old enough to be making bad choices.“Should I be?” His tone was even harder to read. His voice was still deep, velvety and low, but there was nothing that could tell me if he was disappointed or angry or. It had four members plus a session keyboard player. Joshua was the singer, and played rhythm guitar; Peter Thompson played guitar; Amos Sudbury was the drummer and Zak Copthorne was bass guitarist and could play keyboards when necessary though not very well. They were thus a fairly conventional rock band. They played loud heavy music, and pranced about the stage half-dressed a good deal, though recently they had added a few more reflective pieces.They had been a part time band like many others,. Yo por mi parte solo escucha y no me atrevía a ver dicha escena de discusión, al sentir que el hombre se retiraba, me escondí detrás de unas cajas y vi cómo se marcha rápidamente, diciendo garabatos a cada paso que daba y además portaba una botella en su mano la cual bebía a ratos con rapidez, aproveche de orinar en la pared del gimnasio, ya que no aguantaba y por otra parte ponía atención a lo que ocurría detrás del muro y ya no escuchaba a la mujer llorar, fue en ese entonces que me arme de. *******Dennis ******* Work. I buried myself in my work for a couple of days and then went home for Christmas. My family asked what had happened between me and Jennifer twice, but they could tell by my answers that it was best to leave it alone. The holidays went slowly. It was hard to see the happy couples in my family, but it was nice to be around loved ones. When it was over I went back to work to build my career. *******Jennifer ******* My girlfriends helped me put all my stuff in a U-Haul.