After the movie, Rod treated Emily to a Taxi ride home. She seldom rode taxis because of a strict budget and a sense of thrift instilled by her penny-...inching father. They kissed non-stop making the trip go like a flash. No other activity was appropriate because the driver was one who could drive and still watch everything in the back seat as well.Emily still lived with her parents. Not unusual in this economy. A good night kiss in the hallway was all Rod expected."Rod ... I am grateful for. Like just the other night," I added."I know, but I can't always let go. It's a vicious cycle. I start worrying about letting go, or thinking about everyday stuff, work, you know. Then that gets in the way of the moment. Then I tense up, and then it starts."I looked at her with a smile. "Don't hold on for my sake. I want to see you share this like we share everything else. You're the person I want to be with. I'm not going anywhere. Why not let go?" Because you can get hurt."I was slightly taken. .. I think there's something more important to me than fame and fortune. There are other things I can do besides seek a career as a virtuoso."They were both silent, then, drinking their coffee.Tom broke the silence. "But ... isn't music your life?" He looked at her, but she was staring out across the mud that was rapidly appearing as the tide ebbed.She turned to look at him and her eyes were bright; a single tear trickled down her cheek. "No, Tom. You are." Then, "I'm not giving up music, Tom,. He moved his hand, looking a little worried and apologetic.I pulled four casino coins out of my pocket, tossed them on the table, and said, "There you go. Take the fourth and buy yourself some manners, jackass. I'd be happy to teach you for free, if you'd like."The guy obviously caught the warning tone in my voice. "That won't be necessary, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Would you like a drink, Sir?"I chuckled and sat down. "That's better. If you're going to be in customer service, I suggest you moderate.