you were at the hotel cortez for the grand opening in 1924.. a couple hours into the party an announcement was made about the death of your lover… you quickly left the room and stumbled down the hallway towards an open window, sobbing… you stand on the windowsill swaying slightly when all of a sudden… james patrick march grabs you from behind and shushes you… he wipes your tears with a tissue and holds you from behind…

james: “darling, your heart is beating like a hummingbird..”