" Maybe the baby'll make the difference, eh, Mick? Bring her down to Earth?" Hope so, Freddie, hope so," Mick replied, shaking his head.The drum booth...at Phoenix was as big as Flyblown's whole studio. Karen not only had her Ludwig kit set up but had a variety of other percussion, including a large hanging gong. During the breaks she played around, with Junior always in attendance, smashing bottles and things to see how they sounded. It felt like they were a couple of kids and this was an ideal. . I found out it could be quite like a person sometimes, that the person behind the words is actually most important, and is the one you remember you loved. And I'm not only talking about music :) and of course you're not suppose to keep your guard down, All the way! But sometimes to remember certain good things you remind as a k**, can release so much of the complex, detailed, responsible, adult stress within these moments of silence and just really listen and to really want to do something. And since everything is free, I'm not the only one getting refills. I'm sitting next to a german who kept drinking incredible amounts of vodka and got more and more talkative - and unintelligible - with time.Anyway, what goes in, must come out. Sadly, I wasn't the only one feeling that urge: There was a long queue already forming in front of the bathroom. "Okay," I think, "there's gotta be more than one on this plane." So I go down the aisles through some other compartments where things didn't. Thank you. W_S This story is protected by (c) copyright and may not be duplicated, reprinted, copied or placed on any Internet Website without permission of the author. All rights reserved. * * * * * Chapter 50: Stripping Away The Layers NOTE TO MY READERS: PLEASE READ MY PROFILE. I have messages for my readership posted there about this saga and more. How to read my profile: Click on any blue Wm_Sexspear, then scroll down the page. We dug out all the fun food we could find, then made extra ice.