Chapter 29

If Lance was the man who had played the piano and called me "little lady" nine years ago, then the next time we met after our parting was when I saw a familiar back at Summer's cat cafe. That was just as memorable as when we had met many years ago. The image of him overlapped with my memories of that warm man. Summer had asked me then, "Carol, why are you crying?" I had not wanted to cry, but I had been chasing after that back for nine years. It was something that flowed through my veins and was carved into my bones. It was my only and last desire in this world. I could remember clearly how I had gotten up hurriedly to go backstage and look for him after the concert ended. However, I had not managed to find him and was very disappointed. I had been unwilling to leave the concert hall. As I walked down the street slowly in my high heels, a tall, slender figure suddenly appeared in front of me. I looked up in shock to see him smiling at me as he said, "Little lady, you're followin