“What do you play?”Neb backed almost to the wall, then darted out to the side to avoid the steadily advancing doctor. “Anything with strings.” She replied as she fled around the room.The doc’s face lit up at her answer. “Really? How wonderful. I play the piano and the organ. My dream was to be in a band, but I never met anyone with the creativity to write music. I’m considered a talented musician, but only with other people’s material. Are you a professional songwriter?”“I’m a Warrant Officer in the special forces branch of the military. I’m a military strategist, not a songwriter.” Neb insisted. She’d backed around the room and was at the head of my bed as she tried hard to make her point. She wasn’t having much luck.“Maybe not a professional,” Doctor Altrix said sweetly, “but anyone who can write lyrics as pure and beautiful as those…Miss Torolus, I urge you not to hide your light under a bushel. Please, let me take you to dinner tonight. I would very much like to talk to you. My shift is over at five. I can be changed and ready by half past. Please.” He begged her.Not even tough-as-nails-Neb could hold out against the poor man’s pleading.
