Phil’s core burned with heat. Heat from the alcohol she was drunk on. Heat from the thousands of people crammed in the sold out forum. Heat from the screaming overhead lights. Heat from the shorter woman she had her arm around as she sang along. It was because of her that the evening had been so rowdy in the first place.

Phil could still remember how shaken she felt when calling up Bobbie for “An Evening with Salvador Allende”. At that point, they hadn’t been in close contact for several years. Her hands vibrating, face clammy, and speech even more stuttering than usual when Bobbie said maybe. Phil knew it was pointless (and pathetic) to chase after their past amicability, but this call gave her hope that the charity concert could spark that something again. There were talks of Bobbie going on a tour across the county. Phil secretly and desperately wanted to be a part of her entourage.