It was time to change some of the songs in the sets, so I gathered the ladies around and went over the first set, changing it as follows, “Bad Girls...– Claire and Kallie”“Annie’s Song – Charles & Claire”“You Light Up My Life – Charles & Kalista”“String of Pearls – Charles and Annie”“Big Blue Earth – Charles, Claire and Kalista”“Circle of Life – Charles & Claire”“Sunrise, Sunset – Charles and Sarah”“Beautiful – Charles and Kalista”“My Heart Will Go On – Claire and Kallie”“All I Wanna Do – Charles. As I changed directions, my eyes opened and found four women equally absorbed in their own music and dances. That was enough to make me smile and stand to relax, saluting, or bowing, to my imaginary partner. I was totally prepared for my day ahead.One by one, the girls finished finding their ending, until all but Marie went inside to have coffee and breakfast. Marie stripped and dove into the pool, driving herself to swim harder and harder until she floated toward the steps. When she walked out. “Erik? Is everything okay? Are you hurt? Please say you’re okay.” my worried dad said.I laughed a humorless laugh, “I’m fine dad. I’m actually better than fine. I’m better than I’ve ever been in my life. It’s kind of why I called you.”“Thank goodness you’re fine. I was worried there for a minute. Now what would you like to talk about?” he said.“Well. First of all I wanted to say I’m sorry I missed your wedding. Courtney called me and told me it was really beautiful. I also wanted to tell you. And, until Polly Tarantella championed her legacy after decades of obscurity, this was also the tour that killed off Crystal Passion’s music and pretty much all public memory of the woman who was, for me, not just a colleague, an inspiration and a muse, but also a close friend and, most important of all, my lover. You’d think—given the huge amount of attention now devoted to all things Crystal Passion—that our arrival in the United States was like the Beatles’ British Invasion in the 1960s. In.