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Old Friends – Page 4

“Sir, ‘Go ahead, make my day!’” He said, shooting me in the back. He went over to Heather, and was about to take her out again when the sheriff entered.

“NOT SO FAST!” The sheriff shouted.

“Right!” Her date shouted, taking the sheriff’s gun. “I love my fiancée.” He said.

Pat spit, “Ooo. Love.” He replied. Her date fired, and Pat clutched his stomach and fell to the ground.

“You see, son, law and order prevails again.” The sheriff said. Two men carried Pat and I out, and we returned to be clapped for. I then returned to my table.

“WOW! That was exciting. Almost as good as ‘The Lone Stranger.’” Ann told me.

“‘The Lone Stranger?’ I haven’t done that one since Music Camp!” I replied.

“Should we go home? It is getting kind of late, and I have to check in with the others.”

“Fine.” I replied, we both got up, and I left a tip. We then left the building, and went back to my house. By now Tracy and Kristen had returned. I opened up the door to my house, and we went inside. Tracy came up the few steps that led to the front door to greet me.

“Adam, Marie says she wants to practice tomorrow afternoon… Oh, hello.” Tracy said, seeing Ann.

“Tracy meet Ann Months, an old friend from Music Camp.” I said.

“Hello.” Ann said.

“Hello, nice to meet you.” Tracy replied. “Wasn’t that that music camp you went to while you were in high school?”

“Yes, it was. Ann played clarinet, if I remember right.” I said. She nodded her head. “Oh, Ann, you didn’t tell me when your practice is.”

“Oh, tomorrow morning at ten. You’re invited to come along.”

“Believe me I will.”

“Well, I’ve had a long trip, I think I’ll turn in.” Ann said, excusing herself, and going upstairs. I put my arm around Tracy and led her over to couch.

Sitting down, I said, “Well, did you have a fun hike?”

“It was okay, I guess. As I was trying to tell you… Marie says she wants to practice tomorrow afternoon at about two. She wants to at least run through it once, and she wants you to play.”

“Play?”

“Piano.”

“But I haven’t played in years.”

“I know that and you know that, but she doesn’t know that!” Tracy stated, handing me the music.

“Well, let’s go see what I remember.” I said back. We got up, and went to the music room. It was a sound proof room with an upright in the corner, drum set in the other, and an assortment of instruments in other places. “Here goes nothing.” I said, putting the music on the music holder. Trying to sight-read the music, one staff at a time, I struggled through the piece. “This will take some practice, I mumbled to Tracy.”

She put her elbow on my shoulder, “I know you can do it.” She said. I looked at her and smiled. I then went back and played the song, over and over, until I could hear it right.

“For being a bit rusty, that was quite fast.”

“When do you think our connection will come through?”