I have the vaguest feeling of being in a dream but I continue up the stairs to the stage. The familiar spot light follows my every step as we glide along to the piano. My eyes search the crowd for Ben or Drew but I don’t see them. I am searching through the faces in the crowd. Oh, I don’t think I am even at The Moonlight Lounge. Nothing about this place looks familiar to me.
Suddenly the show is over, the spot light is gone and I am being pulled by a tight grip on my wrist. Oh, it hurts! My back gets thrust against the wall and my heartbeat quickens. It can’t be?.. Vito?! I can not see who has me, but there is no mistaking his deep raspy voice with its thick city accent. The very sound of him makes my skin crawl.
“I bet you like it in the dark, don’t ya? You can imagine I’m whoever you
