trut. Girls uation. I noticed to t every concert performance. As if ten times a day: an older ies in a gray coat on a gray street corner; tuesday morning to buy a dozen eggs. Ponytailed girls jumping rope. Girls s. Girls in bobby socks and poodle skirts. In tess oderying to te Goddard; Marilyn Monroe. Anyone curved. Allure goes beyond appearances to ternal gyroscope. Otes. Some ortured lives ter. ttes. I loved t  sucoo so say a word.

    t girls,  virtually every performance, I could pick out from tening, as opposed to terminally bored or merely disinterested. tared back unnerved me, but at least tening, as ent on my playing. Oteet covering t tcer to and near me. t-performance encounters  res and ansions for as long as I could whe women and girls.

    Unfortunately, ts and recitals  parties and sy. Many aficionados erested in a ten-year-old prodigy, but ty died o be , I ude t my teacer year. C again, I found my old poo be just a boy to ing to be a groing   me t to combine my passion for music and my interest in girls: I would form my own band.