I wanted to reach out and touch her to see if she was real,but I could already feel the electricity between us. It wasa constant static charge like th... effect a freshly turnedoff television can have when you place your arm close toits picture frame.I hesitated only briefly, and without thinking ofetiquette, I simply blurted. "Who are you?"Her warm alto voice was soothing yet tantalizing. "You knowme as I know you." was her reply.It just did not make sense to me. She should not be her ifshe was. It featured high ceilings with crystal chandeliers and oil paintings on the walls. Bistro tables surrounding a shiny hardwood dance floor and a raised area where a fifty-piece orchestra was just tuning up.The tables were filling with people in formalwear but a member of the hotel's staff led us to a table near the far end of the floor."Isn't this nice?" Ellen said as I assisted her to her seat. "I'd love to dance. I haven't been dancing in so long." Well," I said, "I could go sit somewhere else. A gabble of Chinese and pigeon surrounded him with its uproar, bewildering and confusing him, as he tried to push his way through the press of rough clad Asiatics to escape their attention.Then he was rescued by a big bustling European man in a worn suit who grabbed his hand and pulled Adam from the insistent crowd with a firm grip.“Garry Mercyfield Virginia the third at your service, sir,” said Adam’s new acquaintance as soon as the temporary crowd had dispersed. As he spoke he brushed down. I found Mr. Crowe's Music lab and it was shut. "Shit, it's music appreciation week. They're doing Karaoke in the Auditorium." I dashed to the Auditorium and found the class occupying the front three rows and Missy was on stage. "Come on now, does anyone want to sing a duet with Missy?" Mr. Crowe asked his class. Missy looked around with a sad look on her face. "I'm sorry Missy, you'll have to go by yourself." "I'll sing with you Missy." I spoke up without thinking. "You are not in this class.