It is the night of my first concert. I have been practicing nonstop all day and now I am a bundle of nerves. Feeling like I am ready to pop, I have never been so glad when Sam walks up behind me and begins softly kneading my tired shoulders. 'Mm. Thank you so much baby. That feels wonderful. I almost want to just say the hell with it and curl up next to you in bed, instead of going." I say in a whisper with a hint of sadness in my voice.

Knowing that if I don't go, I will surely be ...