"Oh my," he said sadly. "We have lost the light, I will not be able to finish the drawing of my new American friend." He seemed so sad about it that m... heart broke.But then he had an idea. I could accompany him to his flat, the light there would allow him to finish the drawing, and then he'd see me back to my hotel. It was beginning to get dark and I was supposed to meet Kathy, but I decided to go for it. After all I was leaving in only two days and he was the only Parisian I'd met while I was. She waved at everyone and tugged on Annette’s arm. ‘Come on, time to go.’ ‘Gotcha, Cecily.’ Annette turned to the others. ‘Good luck everybody! Later!’ She and Cecily disappeared into the crowd towards the backstage area. ‘Those were some outfits,’ Brody commented. Annette had switched her cut offs for a bright green miniskirt, and Cecily’s hair was outshone only by her metallic silver blouse. Ryan laughed. ‘Those were pretty tame compared to some others I’ve seen them in.’ ‘So . . . .’ Brody. Over the years he had gone from skinny gangly busboy to built hot waiter / jack of all trades. He had just recently graduated from high school and soon would be leaving for college. And tonight instead of his usual loose fitting dinner issued shirt he was wearing a tight gray t-shirt which hugged his body tight and showed off his bulging arms."Hello, Mister James." He said smiling at me. "Do you want a menu?"He started to lean over the counter to grab a menu. The black jeans he was wearing. And there was only an hour before classes started.Practice first. That was his new motto.Richard let out a groan of frustration. He had been wrestling with this same passage for almost a half-hour now, and he felt as clumsy on it as he had a month ago. The fingerings Mrs. Tertychnaya had suggested were just not working for him. His headache pounded as he shot the music score an annoyed look.Maybe he wasn't cut out for this. If he was going to have to start over and relearn everything he knew.