I'd done this enough times that my nervousness wasvery weak, but it would always be there. The day I wasn't nervous totake the stage was the day I die.... However, I knew that there wasn'tmuch to be worried about. I had done this before and I would do it manytimes again.Josh's song started to wind down, and a tech handed me my microphone.Even here, at Josh's concert, the white microphone gave me a rock tohold onto. Dad's gift was a constant at every performance, and I wasglad that he had given it. Strange dream all right." I answered, trying not to let my emotions into my voice."You're so smart Steve, maybe you can analyze my dream for me. What do you think it means?" Betty flirtatiously asked batting her eyes at me. Is it my imagination or has her hand moved further up my thigh."Well," I said, trying to answer as knowledgeably as I could, "Maybe you feel weak and not in control of your life, so your subconscious mind projected you with a penis making you stronger." My own confidence in. Recent adventures had been fueled by alcohol and a lack of faith in the goodness of men. Heart broken, and mailed to me like a cheap postcard from Graceland, I was cocooning myself in the protective bubble of friends, alcohol and distraction. ‘You have the most beautiful green eyes’ he said and his gold band of promise was ignored. His look would caress my shoulder from across the room, his toes innocently touching mine were secretly begging me to allow him into my world of words, scars and. Galicia or Asturias, or anywhere where the temperature at night is less than twenty-five. If we're lucky there might even be proper rain. Weather rain I mean, not just summer storms.''Weather? What's that? Shit; I said I'd ring Mercedes.' I was reaching for my phone when she leaned forward.'Did you know I want to scream every time you say that?' Her fingers were hard on my forearm.'I guess I'd be feeling the same, ' I said, 'but she knows I'm a one person at a time guy. That's why she was.