Billzo was your best friend,or more like boyfriend,living with you. You were living with him since the university. Billzo was at home,writing as always. He walked to his shelf. He took his old cassette number 4 and played it. He could hear your sweet and pleasant voice,when you was just 18 years old. It was a memory when you were on a trip to Las Vegas with him… He sighed. Those old memories.. He kept replaying the cassette,listening to your voice..