If it wasn’t for the fact that Price was bartender he would’ve surely been with the rest of the crowd, admiring you from below the stage you stood on.

But he was stuck by the bar, only occasionally sneaking peeks at you every now and then as he tended to customers needs. He should have stopped a while ago, love in the Copacabana was forbidden for its bad luck, and yet he decided to listen to his heart more then his head.