Part 1

She meets this guy. He's cute, he's handsome, he's cool; the kind that nudges you into the clouds. She's on a high.

Shy and coy, she's secretly thinking, "OMiGawd! He's so cute." Slowly things move faste. The quiet, polite bloke starts talking to her, and humming, and singing (not that he can). She's secretly thinking, "He's so cute".

The uptight tease loosens up. She can't help but notice, amongst all the seats that were tehre, he settles into the one right next to her. She smiles staring staright at the view in front of her. The crowd is going wild, lights are flashing, the band is on.

She yields to the gentle encouragement as the Spirit kicks in. She touches him gently. He moves towards her, "you know, when you guys came on, you could feel the beat of the drums right here", she places her smooth hand lightly on his chest.

"Really huh? Yeah.." he smiles. music continues to blast. The crowd head bangs. Heads are bobbing, hands are nodding.

"You see the camera guy over there?" she stares staright at the guys direction while being fully aware that he's gazing at her. "when you guys came on, the crowd, a little behind that marker? yeah, they were all head banging".

"yeah.. that's the way.."

"You know how I know if you guys are sounding good? People would start moving automatically.. like that..", she points to a man sitting nearby, tapping his foot againts the crome bar of the stool".

Things were looking up for Charlize. The dense fog of gloom eliminates, replaced by serene excitement.