She sat quietly at an old church piano fiddling with each key like it was a feather blowing in the wind. This magical young woman with her long flowing black hair seemed so content. Her forever magical mind would lead her to Broadway one day and become a public face to so many. We had our first kiss in the old church sanctuary and then she scurried out the door laughing. The kiss was magical but her gleefulness as she went laughing away is what I cherish most.