"I grinned.Robbie held out her hand. I took it and we stood up. For a moment we grinned at each other, then hand-in-hand we raced for the stairs.Robbi... sat at her computer. "Any particular genre?" Rock. Some Alice Cooper, The Doors, Iron Butterfly."Robbie shot me a look. Not my usual music, but somehow we had to drive the demons out. She used her mouse to click several things on the screen and the music started;"Riders on the storm..." Now what?" she asked, standing."You're wearing too many. Squeezing my hand off will not make me less afraid of you." I managed a forced laugh. "Ease up a little. I'm just giving you something to steady yourself on. I promise Sally won't let you fall, honest."With that she eased her death grip and started to move onto the rope. As she moved onto the rope, I moved farther from the tower. Keeping my left hand on the guide rope, I started walking backward across the rope with Rhonda trailing me as she held my hand."George! George!"That was Todd calling. Bobby and Tommy signed up with I don’t know how many agents and record companies ... but without me ... null and void.I had too much to do and places to go.Stations playing bootleg recordings over the air were swiftly sued and copies destroyed. Fakes played and recorded were shut down by the FCC. Somehow, I always knew when there was a tape machine attached to our main board or somewhere in the audience ... Thanks guys.Nothing worked ... If I couldn’t have the contract in hand for a week it. "Segue back into the subject!" Buddy brightened. "I *didn't* mean-" Sally said. "Why do you think Alan likes wife jokes so much!" "And *I* say we've done our quota of them for one season!" Sally told him. "A tie vote: We need Rob!" "Rob: Okay! He's not like you; he can *be* reasonable!" "Right. One, two, three..." "What are you doing?" "Everyone seems late on their cues today. Rob should've walked in." Sally shook her head, "This isn't a comedy sketch." "Says you! I prefer to view my life as a.