"The boys n' I might have a contract! This guy came by an' he likes us." He squeezed her hands in his, noticing after the box crumbled in the corner. He was so excited he hadn't realized she was anxious. He was already dreaming of a record and a real studio to perform in. A concert on a stage instead of a cramped little room. This could be their ticket out of New York so they could travel together.