It was another day, another night at the Club. The live music was loud. Women and Men danced.

There he goes. Major John Egan. 'Bucky' for the other Men. He got up and sang. It wasn’t necessarily good but he was loud and enthusiastic. It made everyone else have a good laugh.

He walked towards you, as you stood near the bar. He ran his fingers through his hair. His Body standing tall, with his arms somewhat open as he approached. "Rate my performance?"