It startled me.“Yeah Stu,” I responded.“Does everything look OK to you?”“Yep ... seven mics on seven mic holders.”I got out my score and m... baton, moving into the pit. Fifteen minutes later, everyone seemed to be here. I asked Stu to be piped through.“Hello everybody. We’re going through the entire show tonight and tomorrow, in what is called a stumblethrough. Nothing short of a medical need or a fire will stop tonight’s rehearsal. Wednesday will be the whole show adding in full dress and all. Was he a hero or a murderer? Depends on whom you talk to, I suppose.For now, though, I was hanging around this time zone. I had listened to the voices and accents around me. While I copied them a bit, I still spoke in a way that said 'different, educated'. I made sure to only speak when spoken too. I minded my own business, and kept my head down. After all, I could not claim to come from America, as it would not be discovered for a while longer yet.I spent a total of three weeks observing what. You'll see." Yes!" she gushed. "Yes, that's what I want."I felt my new father's arms around me. He must have exited the van and walked around to us. Like mother and daughter, he was crying but his tears were silent. I liked his comforting arms around me as I comforted my mother.I started to laugh when Conk tried to join the group hug, and my laughter became contagious. The three of us, Mother holding me on one side, Father on the other, with Conk jumping and running around us with joy, walked. The following morning I awoke feeling full of life; refreshed after last night's activity. Somehow my batteries had recharged me and had now aroused me to the point that when I came down for breakfast I was bright, cheerful and bouncing with happiness."Hi s*s," I said cheerfully to Julie, who was already up."Hi to you too, you horny fucker!" she replied, "I heard you coming down; made you some coffee. Oh and do you want some news?" Thanks Julie -- eh, what -- not Mum and Dad is it?" I replied,.