" You were going to say Johnny," smiled Scott."You remember Johnny?" Boadie shouted, suddenly seizing Scott's shoulders. He let go in an instant. "Sor...y, it's just that..." I was hoping it wasn't just me," answered the bass player. "But you, I thought, were going to be totally out of it. Do you know where we played last week? To make all that dough?" You know about the money." Oh yes, all of us had to sign the cheque. You and Cindy, me, Harmony and Becky. Ten thousand for basically one gig is. So, we’re up above a furniture store, you know the kind? So cheap and ugly they probably didn’t need the wrought iron bars blocking the windows. It’s a converted loft made into a club house. Some arcade games, old school pinball machines, a bar, couches, a couple of tables, a fridge, that kind of thing. Oh, and the scent of cannabis wafting through and yeah, Twiman and his posse. He wasn’t a bad guy. Could be a little mean, but the street does that to you. Should mention I’d had a thing for him. ‘This is beautiful,’ she shouted above the whistling air. She spoke to the one that carried them on their flight. The only person that could fly without the help of any man-made devices. The man that she alone could love for who he was inside. Angel. ‘Truly, this is the view many people would love to see, but only few could actually take in,’ his voice was a low baritone as he spoke in a strangely formal tone. Kristal turned her head to look into his eyes. Eyes as blue as the sky, Angel was. Fir me apne room me fresh hone chala gaya thodi der mummy se bate karne ke vad vo chali gai. Me fresh hoker aake mummy se pucha kaun thi vo to mummy ne bataya. Ye meri vahi tution teacher he jo muje bachapan me mar marke padhati thi jo hamare makan se do makan chod ke rehte thi. Shadi ke bad bahot salo ke bad yaha par aai he vo yahan rehne ke liye. Aur unhone kaha muje milne ke liye bulaya he sham ko.Me man hi man khush ho gaya. Darasal dosto ye vohi techer he jo muje bachpan me padhati thi ye.