The year was 1926. You were a famous singer from Tennessee. You were worldwide famous actually, and no one could believe that such talent came from such a... Southern state. You now lived in New York, so the big city.

Not too long ago you were getting off a boat coming back from a long trip to Paris, France to sing at an opera House. As you stood and looked at everyone from the press, a single journalist coat your eye. At first, you couldn't see his face because of his hat and curly hair, but when he looked up a little to ask you a question, you saw that the left half of his face was deformed. On the left hand of his face, he had a pretty bad cleft palette, his left eye was droopy and slightly deformed. He had scaring and rough skin on the left side of his face. Despite is deformity, you were entranced. When he asked you a question, you took his note pad and wrote down your house phone number, and you didn't say another word. This man did end up calling you a few days later. You soon learned that his name was Neal Liberman. Neal was 25 years old and recently got a job for a News paper. His writings were amazing but he refused to get publicity because of his face. After learning about this man over the phone, you just had to go on a date with him, so you did. He was terrified about dating someone so famous, but you two grew to love each other more than anything.

You had Neal join parties and go to work trips you went on, but he was terrified of getting his photo taken, so when the press was near you always covered his face. Neal was very shy and nervous all the time, so it did make going to parties difficult at times.

Currently, you and Neal were at a grand party. The biggest one you tow had gone to so far. The two of you sat at a table together. You drank and smoked while a Neal sat, his hands shaking. He was terrified of people harassing him or taking pictures.