A long hike up a hillside built from scrap wood. I follow the village girl knowing that she wants me and that my parents wouldn't mind. But it is only when she arrives at home, a warm enclosed tank of water on the ridge, that I am willing to kiss her. Later I ask my brother, his friend, and Natchez over for band practice. Sarah Darling is practicing Bach cello suites on the viola upstairs. We take turns teaching the band a song. When my brother tries an early Who hit, I attempt to form a horn section by attaching the bari sax mouthpiece to the body of a bassoon while Natchez plays alto. With morale fading, I fall back on an acoustic rendition of "Help Me Make It Through the Night."