He opened the door and there stood John and Travis. As he greeted them, he saw the headlights of another car pulling into the driveway. That should be...Andy and Phil, Dave thought. He introduced all of the guys to Ami as she gave them each a glass of wine. Despite the fact Ami had a low tolerance for alcohol she quickly tipped back her glass and drank the liquid courage. “Let’s move into the theater room”, Dave suggested and grabbed Ami’s hand to lead the way. The system was all set and ready. "Well, you could help clean at the school, organize books in the library.." Jessica again groaned. "Or..." he said, "Be my personal assistant." She perked up a little. "What would I have to do?" "Just busy work, mostly. Help me make sure things run smoothly. It'd be better than your options, I believe. But.. you have to show me you want it." It was now she noticed the car slowing down. They were near her home on a back road, but still a few miles away. Jessica fidgeted in her seat. "How. Her pride was not unfounded. GSW (as Rosanna called it) had blossomed from one center in mid-Manhattan to the Bronx, Brooklyn and soon would be opening a facility in Queens. Solace told Rosanna about her stint as a voice teacher at the Music for Life school where she had been working with the extremely talented to the occasional tone-deaf student for the past three years. Solace also told her about her own quest for singing stardom. “I sing in a café on the weekends. It’s a pretty cool gig. I. If anyone wants to see what’s going on from closer than the field fences, they’ll have to pay admission,” she said. “Before you cover it up, come back and look at it from the fence.”We walked the eighty yards or so to the far fence around the athletic field at the end of the track opposite the painting. When I turned to look, I was relieved. From this distance it didn’t look nearly as bad as from seventy-five feet away.“If people want in closer, it will be to watch you painting and to listen to.