“She has quite a voice,” the man in the Stetson remarked.“Indeed,” Jason said, his eye on his watch.“Are you her manager? It looks like you�...�re cuing her.”“Hell, no -- I’m her boyfriend.”“Where’s she been hiding?” the man in the cap asked.“She’s the soloist at the Lucas Street AME Church,” Jason replied.“Ah, gospel ... Quite a few of the big names started in gospel, especially Black female vocalists. By the way, I’m Keith Broadbent.”“Jason Brown,” Jason replied.“This is another Jason, Jason. "Why not?" Because then you'll taste like bacon, and I won't want to kiss you." You want to kiss me?" I didn't say that."Instinct whispered in my ear, and I listened.I turned the stove off and moved the pan to a cold burner. I turned to face her, invading her personal space. She didn't back up."You want to kiss me," I said. It was a statement this time."Who says?" she argued."You did," I said."What I said was that if you ate that bacon, you'd taste like bacon. Are your poor decrepit old ears. Leave David alone, he don't have a television set so he can't watch the games like we do...' Willie looked at me rather solemnly saying '...maybe we should take you home and show you some real players??? Being naive I agreed to go to their house. Once we were inside Willie produced a vial of something and asked if I wanted to smell something really good. Like a deer in head lights I nodded my head in approval, little did I know that the vial contain amyl nitrite. I had never came in contact. ButI also knew that he was dead wrong."Fine," I told him. "You want to hear me sing? I will."I glared at Mark as I stood up. I was upset, but I knew exactly whatsong to sing for the class. He looked shocked at my decision, as didsome of the other students around him. Even though my feelings weretainted with hatred I took that frustration and hatred for him, andfunneled it into what I was going to do next.I turned toward the Lazy Acres guitarist. "Felix, can I borrow that?" Iasked him while.