One from my school days stuck in my mind in particular. In the dressing rooms at my school's gym, we had these terrible communal showers. The showers ...at at the end of the locker room, with a wall dividing them from where boys kept their gear during lessons, with two doorless doorways at either end, leading back into the changing area. It was a long room, a couple of yards across and maybe eight yards long. On one wall were hooks where you could hang your towel, and on the other wall were the. ‘A word of advice, try not to stare. You’re in Chelsea. The LGBT community is large here. We’re friendly, but we don’t like voyeurs.’ ‘Actually,’ her partner corrected with a laugh, ‘A few of us do like voyeurs, but they have their own clubs for that.’ She kissed her girlfriend on the cheek. ‘Common honey, we’re going to be late.’ Then she turned to Patrick with a wink. ‘Take care now. Hope you enjoyed the show.’ ‘You too. Bye.’ After that display, Patrick’s mouth was dry. He looked for a bar. She had piles of books in front of her neatly organized into sections, and she was typing on the bright red laptop sitting on the table. She appeared to have ordered waffles but didn’t finish eating them, instead she had taken to building what looked like a fort out of her food. Jake smiled at her, intrigued by what he was seeing. She appeared to be absolutely adorable, and he was entranced by how much self confidence she exuded from across a room. ‘Helllooo Mr. Anderson?’ Jake turned abruptly. I still didn't know the terms of the contract, and was a littleupset that Dad knew without telling me, but I trusted his judgment."Now for the fun stuff," Matt said after he had replaced his copies ofthe contract back into his briefcase. "We'll break for lunch, but thisafternoon we'd like you to re-record Intuition. We want to get your nameand voice out quickly, and we'll make this your first single andhopefully have it on the radio by next week."That stunned me! I didn't think I would be.