Something about Rita immediately caught my attention, my interest, my curiosity. I reached out to her in the only way appropriate to the venue, I tried to envision singing a song she might like, some common song that would connect us together, something to bridge the enormous gap of twenty five years and one hundred pounds. I guessed at her taste by judging the woman from her appearance and her dancing and her words. I tried to imagine the sort of music she might like, appreciate, enjoy. I had some ideas. I prepared. I guessed wrong.
Lord Malinov, Song of Songs