I left the place reluctantly and then I saw the disappointment in her eyes. We all gone inside the hall and she started to dance. I clicked some photo...s and then I talked to her and got her phone number. After some time, the party was over and then everyone left to their hotel rooms. Luckily my friend has booked one single bed room in the hotel. I took it. I went to my room and then called her. She cut my call but she texted me immediately. She said she cut the call because three more ladies are. I said, "Jack, how good a shot are you?"He stammered, "I don't shoot. I never have." Then you sit in back. That is the shooter's seat."He grumbled but got in back. "Your wife was up there before." Yes, she was. She is a great shot as is Dad. That's why you moved back." I paused a moment and added, "By the way, don't gripe at me. We're granting you a place to clean up, eat, and sleep. It's our place and our choice. Your choice is to accept graciously or find your own place. Understand?" Yeah.. Are you part of an orchestra, or a Celtic band?’ ‘What?’ He nodded towards my violin. ‘Celtic woman, plays the violin. These are the two most obvious options.’ ‘Hah. No. String quartet, I’m not good enough for orchestra, and I don’t have the time.’ ‘That was going to be my next guess.’ ‘You know your music then, I take it.’ I gently put the wreckage of my violin back into the case, and closed the lid on it. ‘Some,’ he murmured. ‘I sing. It goes with the territory.’ ‘Karaoke?’ I asked, acidly.. Her cheek, soft, blushing. His, prickly by contrast, flushed with success in getting this far in the dance, begun almost a week ago, by chance.They'd met on the street of the town where she lived, shared a few laughs, a coke and (urged on by good natured ribbing from friends) phone numbers to 'do this again, sometime'. The first date; a movie, holding hands on the way home, too rushed for anything other than a smile. The second encounter brought a fleeting glimpse of paradise when her lips.