Songs From the Heart (closed for illianacole)

Sam Saunders got out of his car and entered the radio station. He carried a bag with his laptop. It had some new set lists he'd prepared tht he thought would go over well. Not that he really cared. He got inside and passed by most of the people there. He said hello as he passed a couple of the employees he knew. He grabbed a coffee and sat alone in the break room drinking it until it was time to get ready for his show.

He entered the booth and pulled out his laptop. He sat and got himself settled in, ready for another day of work. He did his sound checks and got the first few songs lined up. He took a sip of water and cleared his throat. He put on his headphones and got the microphone into position. He had a quick conversation with his producer and then waited for the count down.

Ten...Nine...Eight...Seven...He took a deep breath...Six...Five...Four...Three... Two...Here it was, another set, another day, another dollar...One...The red light came on. He spoke into the microphone with his deep voice. "Hello all you lovers out there. All you couples out there enjoying that wonderful feeling. To all you singles out there looking for that perfect one to complete your life. To all of you who want to hold on to that lost feeling. This is Sweet Sam Saunders. You are listening to the love spot, your place for those sweet songs of love. Stick with me for the next two hours and enjoy some of the greatest love songs of all time. I'm going to start you off with a dynamic duo. These two guys really know how to write a great song. Its Hall and Oates with "You Make My Dreams Come True". Followed by The Jackson Five's "Love Song"." He flicked the switch, turning off his microphone and starting up the first song. He leaned back and sighed. He drank some water and ignored the thumbs up from his producer.

The two hours went by as they always did. Sam lowered his voice because it sounded sexier and played along with what the station wanted. He hated his cheesy name. Sweet Sam Saunders? Who comes up with that kind of crap? He hated listening to all those love songs all the time. They brought back painful memories. He had no choice though. He was one of the greatest minds when it came to love songs. He knew almost all love songs in many languages. He couldn't do anything else. He also had a contract. It had been signed shortly before the accident. He couldn't get out of it. So there he was, stuck in that booth every day. He also had live appearances that were not part of the radio station. It was his only marketable skill, and he needed the money.

The song came to an end and he switched his mike back on. "Well, wasn't that nice. You were just listening to a classic Stevie Wonder song, "I Just Called To Say I Loved You". I am now going to open up the phone lines for some requests. Whether you just want to hear your favorite love song or you want to dedicate a special song to that special someone. Jimmy, who's our first caller?" He looked over to his producer and saw the name on the chalk board and the requested song. He got the song ready as he flicked a switch to talk to the caller.

"Hey there caller, what's your name?"

"It's Tyler."

"Alright Tyler, what song would you like to hear?"

"I'd like to hear "Devoted to You" by The Everly Brothers"

"Great, would you like to dedicate that song to anyone in particular?"

"Yeah Sam, I'd like to dedicate it to my fiancee Amy."

"Sure thing Tyler. You heard it folks, heading back to the sixties. Here is "Devoted to You" for Tyler and his fiancee Amy."

He flicked a switch and started the slow, peaceful song. He leaned back in his chair, glad that the music didn't play in the studio. Otherwise he'd never be able to survive the job. He looked to his producer for the next request.

Emma Kelly sat at her desk and listened to Sam's show. There was always such a melancholy to the songs that Sam chose and it broke her heart. She knew why they were that way, everyone at the station did. Still, she wished there was more she could do to cheer the man up.

A few months ago she had begun calling into his show under a codename and, giving yet another code name, dedicating songs to him. She was far too shy to just come out and tell him that she'd be happy to heal his wounds, if he'd only let her near. Besides, she was sure a man like him would never look at her with more than a cursory glance.

Looking at the clock, she realized it was nearly time to call. She always called at the same time. Right before she got off. Smiling she pulled out her phone and dialed the studio number. Sams producer answered, he knew that 'Candy Heart' was a play on Sam's Radio personality and show, but he had no clue who 'Shy Sally' was.

She never told the producer what song she wanted, though. always preferring to tell sam himself. It was more personal that way. Tonight she had a song by Mr. Big in mind and wondered If Sam would banter with her as he sometimes did. She hoped so.

Sam took another two requests for the typical songs that people asked for. He looked forward to the call from a girl who actually requested songs that were not what everyone asked for. He watched the clock as he went through the motions. The time came for the call. He looked over at his producer. It was the best part of his day getting this call. She was actually one of the reasons he was able to keep doing the job. He smiled as he saw the name on the chalk board held up for him to see. Line 3. It was her.

He waited for the end of the song that was playing and flipped a switch. "Well there you go Janice, I hope you and your boyfriend have a great night. Alright listeners. Those of you who have been listening to my show for some time will recognise the next caller. She has been calling in requests every day for...well hey, look at this, it has been three months since today. How time flies when you are having fun. Hey there miss Shy Sally, you're on the air. How are you doing today? What song would you like to request?"

Sam didn't have shy sally speak on the air every night, because he wanted to give others a chance to speak on the air. He also didn't want it to get boring. Yet he always played her request. Every couple of days he would speak to her on the air. At least once a week he would have more of a conversation. Today would be one of those days. He needed to have a nice chat with her. He'd found out that day that the next night would be a station function. There would be a dinner and a whole lot of other stuff going on that he'd have to sit through. He hated those things because people would always ask him about love. Those that didn't work at the station at least. Everyone at the station already knew about the accident.

Emma grinned as sam's voice came over the phone. She loved his voice, although she prefered the less amped up version she would hear around the station occasionally. "Good Evening, Sam. I Am doing okay. I have another song for my Candy Heart. Can you play 'To be with You' by Mr. Big?"

She had to stifle a giggle as the song played in her head. It was meant from the male point of view, but it fit here as well. She had been mooning over Sam Saunders since she'd taken the radio station job. "How fares the city's favorite DJ, tonight? The show is going good so far." She said on a laughing note.

Sam listened as the voice came through his headphones. He smiled. She had a nice voice. As she requested he wondered who the "Candy Heart" was. Her choice of song was an interesting one. He quickly found the song and got it set to play as she continued asking him how he was doing. As she called him the city's favorite DJ he chuckled.

"Well now Sally, I wouldn't say I'm the city's favorite, but I am doing well tonight. I am glad you like the show. I hope all you people out there are having a wonderful evening. So Sally, when are you going to tell us who this special Candy Heart is. I'd like to know the name of whoever is lucky enough to have a woman so in love with them that she dedicates a song to them every night. I'm sure all the listeners would like to know."

He waited and listened for her response. He'd tried getting a name from her on a couple of occasions, but she always denied him. He asked more as a way of talking with her and having some fun on the show. It also got listeners interested. He'd recieved countless emails asking for the identity of Candy Heart. He thought his producer might know, but he wouldn't give Sam any clues.

Emma laughed, already on her way to her car and away from him. "Oh now, Sam, What kind of woman harbors such affections and tells? Where would be the romance in that? How about this, when he figures out who I am, you'll be the first to know who he is."

She enjoyed feeding him the answer he sought in a riddle. Of course, they'd never spoken outside of her nightly phone call, so he hadn't guessed yet that she was fallen for him. It amazed her that his producer hadn't let the information of whom her crush was slip yet, but she imagined that the fandom the station received was a part of it. She knew that there had been more than a few emails and letters wondering who she was and if it was all made up.

Sam laughed a little at her response. Her riddle had him unsure of what to think, yet he had never spent too much time thinking about them. If he had, he probably would have figured it out. "Well Sally, I think any normal woman would want the object of her affection to know how she feels. That is just my opinion though. Anyway, here is your song Sally. Have a wonderful night. Candy Heart, wherever you are, this one is for you." He turned on the song and looked over at his producer. There was the thumbs up. The guy seemed to enjoy the conversations between Sam and Sally more than most. Once Sam had looked over while talking with Sally and he thought he had seen his producer laughing.

The rest of the show went by and Sam signed off, passing the airwaves to another DJ. He got up from his seat and gathered his things. He left the building after a short conversation with his producer. He confirmed his attendance at the function the next night with the station manager, not that he had much of a choice. He then went to his car and drove home listening to a station playing jazz. No words to bother him.

He got home and sat in front of the tv. He ate dinner on the couch and tried not to think about how much his life sucked. He spent a little time considering Sally and her riddle. He also wondered about her song choice. After five minutes of not figuring it out but feeling like it should be obvious, he thought of something else. An hour later he showered, brushed his teeth, and went to bed. He slept in his king sized bed that was too big for him and made him feel lonely. It held too many memories for him to get rid of it though. He'd tried twice, but had been unable to both times. He lay sprawled out over the bed, dreaming of how life had been before, just like he did every night.

Emma chuckled as she hung up the phone. He definitely hadn't figured out that it was him she was dedicating everything to. She listened to the show all the way home, and as she came into her tiny apartment she flipped it on in the living room. Her nights were usually filled with the sound of his show, and she enjoyed singing along with the set list as she showered and readied herself for bed.

As she lay, cuddled up with a giant stuffed bear her sister had given her to stave off loneliness, and listened to the end of the show, she wondered if she would see Sam at tomorrow nights charity function. She knew he was supposed to attend, but these things could be so big and crowded that you never got a chance to talk to everyone.

The morning brought several appointments for Emma. Hair, nails, a few personal things and shopping. She finally settled on a sleek, sexy and slightly flowing number that was corseted and showed off a tattoo on her shoulder. She could hide the tattoo under a shrug if her boss complained about it too much.

Then she was free to enjoy some down time and made her way home to soak in an afternoon movie. She hadn't taken any of it in though. At about six o'clock she began to get ready, anxious over the thought of possibly having to talk to Sam without the protection of 'Sally'.

Sam woke in the morning and got ready for his day. He showered and made himself breakfast. His morning was relaxed. He sat at home and did some reading. After a while he spent an hour looking at newly released music. He found a couple of songs that he thought were ok enough for his show. The research was something he didn't like doing, but had to if he wanted to have a good show. He knew that a good show would keep his job secure.

As the afternoon went on he drove to the station. He worked with his producer to pick an old show to play while they were at the function that night. He didn't pick any of the shows from before the accident, and he let his producer do most of the work. When he eventually signed off on one to use he left to get prepared for the evening.

Sam got home and brought out his suit. He got himself dreassed and fixed his hair. He shaved and put on a little aftershave. Once he was ready to go he drove to the venue and parked. Heading inside he looked for his seat. Eventually he found his name on a card at one of the tables. It was next to a name he didn't recognise, 'Emma Kelly'. He took a seat and waited for others to arrive. Across from him was an old friend of his. He spent some time talking and catching up. Sam listened more to his friend's stories than told stories of his own. It was mostly because he had no real stories to tell. His life had been quite empty for a long time.

Emma arrived a few minutes late to the event. She had spent too much time trying to get her contacts in, but eventually gave up and went for her usual black wire framed glasses. They hid her vivid green eyes, but they went with the dress in any case. Besides, since she was wearing her raven colored hair down tonight, the hated things would blend in well.

When she arrived she searched frantically for her seat, that is until she realized it would be at the table she had spied Sam sitting at. Could she spend a night in such close proximity to him and not spill her guts about 'Sally'? She didn't think she could. So, she wandered around and spoke to a few people she knew from the station. She had almost decided that she couldn't do it and had to go home when the station manager led her to the table and introduced her to everyone. When he introduced Sam, she blushed furiously and mumbled a hello. It was only when she looked down at the table that she realized she would be sitting next to him. God was a cruel Master.

Sam continued discussing life with his friend as he waited for the evening to really start. After a while the table filled up. Ony Emma had yet to take her seat. It actually started to intrigue Sam. He wondered who she was and wanted to meet her, if only to satisfy his curiosity. When the station manager finally brought her over he stood to meet her. He took a good look at the woman. She was pretty. She seemed quite nervous though. He smiled and tried to give her a comforting look.

He held out a hand as he was introduced to her. "It is nice to meet you Emma. I think I have seen you around the station a few times. Please, take a seat." He pulled out her chair for her and waited for her to get settled. He then sat himself. "So, Emma, how long have you been working at the station?" He looked at her and wondered what had her nervous.

Emma knew that Sam would be the kind of man who pulled a woman's chair out for her, or took her coat, or held a door for her. The reality of that, though, had her stammering as she thanked him for the polite gesture. Up close, he was even more attractive and she was torn between wanting to give into her shyness and wanting to bask in his presence. eventually, She managed to find her words.

"Um, I've been here for nearly a year. I've been listening to your show for quite a bit longer though." She offered him a dazzling smile. She had been calling him as sally for almost as long as she'd been at the station. She hoped and prayed that he would not get angry when he found out her ruse. She was just so damn shy. "I hear you have quite the following, even if some people say you stage your call ins. I personally think that sally and her candy heart makes for a wonderfully romantic tale."

Sam smiled as she told him how long she had been at the station. Then she started talking about his show. His smile faded. She did seem excited to talk about it though. Her reason for being nervous was clear. She mentioned the thoughts of many fans and then the Sally caller. His smile returned. He didn't really want to discuss his show, but he could bear discussing his favorite aspect of it.

He nodded in agreement to her statement about it being romantic. "I do agree with that. It isn't faked though. She calls in of her own accord every day. I do wish I knew who Candy Heart is, but my producer won't give me any clues. Her riddles are also not that helpful. I also get the feeling that Sally is not her real name. Plus, she doesn't seem too shy when she calls into my show. It is quite the mystery. Some day I hope to find out the truth, if only to satisfy my curiosity. Anyway, enough about my show. What made you want to get into the radio business?"

Emma couldn't help but smile wider as Sam all but told her he thought a lot about her. Even if it was her as Sally. "Perhaps she isn't shy on your show because the real person is hidden behind a code name. She can be herself without having to worry about what anyone will say." She offered even as he changed the subject.

"oh I wouldn't say I wanted to get into radio. It just sort of happened. Besides, I'm really nothing more than a secretary. It's the Dj's who are really 'in' radio. All the pressure is on you guys to carry the ratings and keep us on air." Emma wondered why Sam seemed reluctant to talk about his show. He had to know that it was the top rated show at the station. that was pretty impressive for a romance based show.

Sam agreed with her thoughts on Sally. He just thought it was strange for her to be so bold on the radio, but still refer to herself as shy. Then again, it was more a statement of how she felt as opposed to how she acted.

As Emma stated she wasn't really in the radio business he chuckled. She did have a point, but it didn't really apply to him. "I'd say you are more in the radio business than I. All I do is what I happen to be good at. I am simply doing my job. The real radio business is driven by those like you who care about it. To tell the truth, it has been some time since I truly cared about the radio business. I know that I should care, but it is hard for me." He started drifting away into thoughts when a waiter arrived, snapping him back to reality.

Sam gave his meal choice from the three options when asked, and then looked back at Emma. He started asking questions again, but trying to avoid talking about his show. He asked her a number of questions, wanting to get to know her better. She seemed interesting enough. Everyone else near him at the table he either knew well already, or didn't like.

Emma realized how uncomfortable Sam was talking about the show and silently worried if she was being cruel by continuing to tease him on air. She couldn't change her feelings for the man, but she could lock them away and no longer risk both their hearts with her dedications.

As the waiter asked for her meal choice, Sam turned the conversation to her. Asking questions about her history and family, Her likes and dislikes. She laughed as she informed him that she had what most people considered questionable taste in music. "My favorite bands are Aerosmith and Bon Jovi. Most people can respect the Aerosmith, given that Steven Tyler is a rock deity, but Bon jovi almost always gets me a sour face. Mostly I just listen to whatever speaks to me. It's why I started listening to your show. you play some great stuff." As the light of enjoyment dimmed in his eyes Emma realized that she had brought up the show again.

"I'm sorry Sam, I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. It's just... well I like your show and I like listening to the way you treat each caller like they are living a fairy tale. It Impresses me. here I will change the subject. Have you been to the circus recently?" she giggled at the ridiculous turn she had taken with the conversation. It hadn't been wholly on purpose. She was simply nervous and wanted to make him laugh. She was sure he didn't do too much of that when he wasn't on the air with her.

Sam had hoped that talking with someone that worked at the station would mean that they wouldn't really talk about work. Yet it quickly became clear that Emma was really a fan and seemed to like talking about it. He couldn't hold that against her, she liked what she liked. He had just hoped she would take the hints that he didn't want to talk about it. His entire show had been his fiancee's idea.

He did find her taste in music interesting. Her reasons behind it made him nod. They were not his favorite bands, but he did think they were good. He lost a little interest as she spoke of his show again, but at her compliment he did perk up. It was a well thought out comment that he rarely heard. Then she asked if he had been to the circus. He smiled and laughed. He had no idea where the question had come from, but it was amusingly random.

"No, I haven't been to the circus lately. Not really my kind of entertainment." He went on to discuss movies with her. He asked her favorite and then tried to pick a favorite of his own, unable to do so. He happily talked with her about film and literature for a portion of the evening as they ate dinner. He spoke on a few other topics that he was interested in. By the end of the evening he had forgotten much of the awkwardness of their early conversation and he had enjoyed talking with her and getting to know her.

Emma was rewarded for her efforts with a genuine laugh. He really was quite stunning to look at when the moments of pure joy shone on his face. From that moment on she managed not to bring up his show again for the rest of the night.

By the time she got home and into her bed it was well past midnight and she was grinning as she realized that Sam's attention had been squarely on her all evening. They'd even danced together once. Nothing slow or even remotely romance inducing, but still. She fell asleep reliving the unexpected pleasure of a night in his company.

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The next day brought work and the inevitable hum drum of the daily grind. It was made enjoyable, however, by the little wave and smile that Sam tossed her way as he came in for the show. He would be expecting a call from Shy Sally tonight, but Emma wasn't certain that she could do it knowing that he wasn't fond of it.

As the clock ticked time away, she wrestled with the choice of not calling. Finally she decided to leave it to fate. If he mentioned her, either as Sally or Emma, She would call... If not she would leave it alone. He didn't deserve any more misery, just because Emma was pretty sure she was on the verge of falling for him.

Sam had surprised even himself when he had agreed to dance with Emma for a song. It had been a fun, relaxing experience. His conversation with her was unlike anything he'd had for quite some time. He returned home and got ready for bed. He lay on just one side of the bed and fell asleep. That night was the best sleep for him in months. He wasn't haunted by dreams of life before his fiancee's death. It was a calm sleep, with dreams of nothing important and no one signficant.

Sam woke in the morning fully refreshed and rested. He happily went about his day, not really sure what had him in a good mood. He got ready for work and did some preparation without thinking about his old life and his unhappiness. He just did it. It didn't make him happy or sad.

When Sam got to work, he waved hello to Emma as he passed by her desk. He spoke with a few others as he got ready to do his show. He had a new idea that he hoped people might respond to. He'd leave it until later in the show. He had a chat with his producer and then he got himself settled in his seat.

He started his show as he always did, and went through it as normal. Eventually he reached the time for dedications. He waited for his daily call from Sally. When the time came and passed he wondered why she had not called. He waited a little longer and became curious.Eventually came time for his new idea for his show.

As Luther Vandross' song, "Here and Now" came to an end he flicked a switch. The song faded and he spoke into his microphone. "Alright everyone, that was the late, great Luther Vandross. Now I have something new to try. As you all know, last night I was not on the air live. That was because the station had a function I had to attend. At the function I got to know some of the staff members here better. Some of these people have a real passion for the music industry. I've decided to recognise some of the unnamed people that help us do what we do to bring you all the great music."

He paused for a moment to let it sink in. Then he continued. "Tonight I would like to recognise a woman I spoke with for quite some time last night. Emma Kelly. She really loves music. She works hard here to help the station. She is also a good dancer. So Emma, on behalf of all the listeners and all of the DJs here at the station, thank you for doing such a great job."

He took a sip of water and then changed topics. "On another note, I'd like to say that this is the first day in a very long time that we have not heard from Shy Sally. I can only wonder if she took my suggestion and finally told that lucky guy, Candy Heart, that she has feelings for him. Wherever those two are I hope that they are having a great evening. Well, here is another set of songs for all of you. Starting with "I'll Be There For You" by Bon Jovi." He flicked a switch and sat back in his seat. A glance over at his producer caught the man recovering from a fit of laughter. Sam shrugged and ignored it.

Emma had made it all the way home before Sam's new segment came up. When it did her jaw very nearly literally hit the floor. He had mentioned both her and Sally. Not only that, but he had played bon jovi after the mentioning. If that wasn't fate she didn't know what was.

Snapping out of her stupor she scrambled to her land line and dialed the number. It was busy. Dammit. She dialed again and it rang. The producer recognized her as being sally as always. He told her that after the next song she was up. She thanked him and gave him her song. It was Phil Collins 'One more Night'. Her nerves jumped as she waited to hear sam's voice come over the phone line.

Sam relaxed as the song set played. He glanced over at his producer who was wildly waving a hand at him as he wrote rapidly on the chalk board. He held up the board to show the words "Shy Sally. Line 2." Sam was a little surprised, but happy to hear from the anonymous caller. Sam nodded to the producer and waited for the song to end.

The song came to its finish and he spoke. "Alright folks, you just heard from Orleans with the song "Still The One". We have a surprise caller on the line. I know it isn't time for requests, but I'm wanting to hear from this person. It is Shy Sally. Hey Sally, you're on the air. So, tell us, how is your evening? Is there a reason you are calling so late?" He smiled as he waited to see if Sally had finally confessed to Candy Heart.

"H-hi, Sam. I spent the evening with my Candy Heart last night, I didn't spill my secret to him though, and had decided to stop calling in for reasons best left off air, but when I heard you mention me I had to call." She was literally danicing around her kitchen in an effort not to stammer on air. He'd talked to her all night the night before, She was nearly certain he would recognize her voice now.

Silently she prayed that he would not be angry with her. She had only wanted him to know that someone saw him behind the radio personality. She hadn't meant for it to become this big.

Sam recognised the voice after the fifth word she spoke. He couldn't mistake it for the girl he'd spent the entire night previous talking to. He wasn't sure what to say. She gave an explaination that also told him who Candy Heart was. He was stunned. Everything suddenly made sense to him. It had been Emma all along. He looked over at his producer who could read the expression on Sam's face. He gave a nod and Sam looked at his microphone.

He was speechless for a few seconds. Silence went out across the airwaves to his listener. Then he snapped out of it. He had to be professional. "Well Sally, it is great to hear that you had an evening with your Candy Heart. If you do stop calling, I hope that it is because you are happy. So, do you have a song you would like me to play?" As he spoke he sent a note to his producer telling him to leave Sally on the line after he started her song.

After she told him the song she wanted, he got it started. He pressed some buttons and then spoke to Emma over the phone. "Emma. I recognise your voice. I understand now. I understand it all. I am very flattered that you would call in all those dedications to me on my own show. I want you to know that I think you are a very nice girl, and very pretty too, but I can't get into anything. It wouldn't be fair to you. I am a very hurt man. I wouldn't want to burden you with my issues. However, I would like to know you as a friend, truly."

Emma barely breathed. The producer told her that he'd figured it out and wanted to talk to her. When he finally picked up, he didn't give her a chance to say anything before he launched into his own speech. She listened as she always did whenever he spoke and when he was done she very calmly filled him in on the way things were from where she stood.

"Sam, please don't be angry with me. It was only supposed to be one or two calls, to let you know someone saw more than the radio DJ. I didn't mean for it to become this big. However, It has. I'll be honest with you and tell you that I am standing on the precipice of falling for you. Besides that, screw fair, life isn't fair and we both know it. When you mentioned me twice I knew I had to call. I was going to let it go and let sally fade, but I can't. As for your burdens, Sam, I don't mind a heavy burden as long as there are equal rewards. I know you're still heart sore over your fiancee... I'm not now nor would i ever try to replace her for you. I am saying that If you'll give me the chance, I'd like to try to help heal the wounds.

I'm sorry I couldn't say anything before, but I am sure you noticed last night that I am incredibly shy. I have no idea how you broke through that. Just please don't brush me off."She thought about hanging up and leaving it there, but she couldn't. every word had been the truth and she just laid it all on the line, risking everything in the process. Nothing seemed to matter past this moment. If he shot her down again she would quietly resign in the morning and go about her life in some other place. She didn't want that, but she would respect him enough to do it.

Sam listened as Emma told him what she thought and felt. He had been worried she might just hang up on him. At least he got to hear her perspective. Some of what she said surprised him. No, a lot of what she said surprised him. He thought it over as she continued. He thought of the night before. It had been nice talking with her. He'd also had the best night of sleep since the accident. She probably had something to do with that. He wondered, could he maybe have some feelings for her? Even though he barely knew her?

When she asked him not to brush her off he was silent for a moment. He told her he needed a second for his show. A few buttons and switches later he had introduced a new song set with some longer songs. He let them run and returned to talking with Emma. "I...I don't know. I do like you. I'm just a little scared...of the idea. I am also scared of feeling the same pain. I don't think I could live through something like that happening again. However, I think that if anyone can help me get past all that, it is you. I don't know why I think that. We barely know eachother. But I just have a feeling. So...yes...I think I could give this a try."