Date: Thu, 19 Aug 1999 11:02:48 +1200
From: nivision@manawatu.gen.nz
Subject: Gay Devotion Chapter 6

Gay Devotion
Chapter six

Tony Simpson sought out Mark in the campus cafeteria at lunchtime on the
Monday following the assault. He was concerned about his injury and
recovery. They talked about the opera and Andy's impact. He was thrilled by
the season's success claiming it to be one of the best.

"Do you get a bad time being gay?" he asked. "That was a vicious attack,
how did that guy know?"

"I have no idea, I guess he jumped to the usual presumption that people in
the arts are gay. Do you get a hard time?"

"I did at school but not here."

They talked about people's attitudes until Mark had to leave for lectures.

Every day Tony would find Mark to have lunch with him. Mark was finding him
a pest and tried to avoid him. He told Andy about it.

"He is probably lonely so why don't we invite him home."

Mark reluctantly agreed and next day suggested to Tony that he might like
to visit on Sunday afternoon. He enthusiastically accepted the
invitation. They found Tony to be a very entertaining visitor keeping them
amused with his anecdotes of opera production crises and dramas. It was a
warm day and Andy offered him a swim in the pool, this he quickly
accepted. Tony was the first to strip and Mark could see that he was very
well endowed. A low hung scrotum with large balls and an 8 inch uncut cock
held his attention. A light cover of chest hair with a line down his
stomach to a thick bush was most attractive. He dived into the pool
followed by Andy and Tony. Tony swam several lengths before resting at the
edge to watch the others. Mark joined him. As they talked, Tony came closer
then suddenly grabbed Mark's cock. Mark swam away and continued to swim
lengths until he grew tired. He rested leaning on the rail, his head on his
folded arms. He tensed as arms encircled him from behind and a body pressed
against him. He turned to find Tony. Immediately Tony kissed him
passionately. Mark sank below the water, breaking the embrace, then swam to
the other side of the pool.

"Time for drinks," called Andy as he placed a tray on a table, Mark climbed
out followed by Tony who was fully erect. As Andy handed each of them a can
of Coke, Mark noticed that he was unusually quiet. After another swim, Tony
left.

Mark realised something was wrong when Andy contributed very little during
dinner and the evening. He was already for bed when Andy entered. He
showered and sat on the bed. Mark sat on the bed beside him.

"You are upset about something, you have hardly spoken to me since this
afternoon. We share our problems so tell me what's wrong."

Andy did not reply.

"Come on." Mark was impatient.

"You ought to know. I have good reason to believe that you are a two
timer."

"What!" Mark could not believe what he had heard. "How the hell can you
believe that. No way, is there anyone else." A wave of anger was quickly
followed by amazement. "Come on, what causes you to believe that."

"I know that you and Tony have been meeting every lunchtime and this
afternoon I saw him passionately kiss you. What else can I believe?"

"Did you not see me escape from his clutches. I immediately dropped to the
bottom of the pool and swam away. He means nothing to me. I have never
encouraged him. Oh Andy how can you believe that I am unfaithful?" Mark's
eyes filled with tears. "There is no one else, there never will be another,
you are my whole life." He silently wept, stood, and went to his side of
the bed. Andy quickly followed him, grabbed him and passionately kissed
him.

"Forgive my jealousy, I dread losing you. Anyone who desires you is my
enemy. Oh God you are so precious, I desperately love you and the thought
that you might not love me, destroys me." He held Mark close. "I realise
that I have been stupid, I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?"

Mark looked up at him, his face a picture of misery. "What hurts me so much
is that you could believe that I could be so despicable. Can't you believe
that I love you totally."

"I am insecure, I am frightened of losing you, of losing the one person who
is more important than anything else in my life."

"There is no need to be afraid for you are the only one I will ever love."
He drew Andy close and kissed his lips.

"We are stronger because of this misunderstanding. Let us think more of
cementing our devotion, not destroying it."

Andy hugged Mark. "You are right and it is in your arms that I want to
sleep tonight."

Andy frequently showed his love for Mark, endeavouring to recover his
trust. Andy's accusation and doubts had been a shock to Mark and they
continued to worry him. He could not concentrate on the text he was reading
in the library. He put it aside, took a blank sheet of paper and began to
compose a poem. Everlasting Love evolved.







	Everlasting Love

Fear not dear friend my love is true faltering not when doubted.  Though
youth may fade and hair grow grey constant will it 'ere remain.

Testing times it can't avoid Beloved one leave me not, others try it to
destroy, Never can you be forgot stronger still will it then grow Forever
always to recall forever firm for you alone.  You are my light, my life, my
all.



During the evening he typed it out on his computer and put a printed copy
in Andy's text book. They were studying in the sitting room when Andy found
the poem. He read it several times then stood behind Mark and put his arms
around him. When he looked up he kissed him.

"It's beautiful. I know every word is true and I will never forget." He
read it again. "It would make a wonderful song if I could find the right
composer."

In bed that night Andy made love to Mark. His kisses and caresses never
seemed to end.

"You are turning me on," said Mark.

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all, but it is the emotion rather than sex that I feel, an
overwhelming love for you." Mark kissed him. "Never leave me, it would
destroy me."

Andy kissed him. "I will never leave you. I believe you feel the same way
about me." He cradled him in his arms. "God how I love you."

They accompanied Celia and Philip to the airport to bid them farewell. It
was a frequent experience for Andy, but Mark felt quite sad. His eyes
filled with tears as he kissed Celia and hugged Philip. "Come back soon, I
will miss you," he said. As they drove home he was very quiet.

"I can see you are quite attached to my parents. I used to get upset, now
it is you who will miss them. If you were departing it would be me who
would be upset. You will get used to it, I had to."

Next day Andy approached Julia and gave her the poem to read. "This is very
emotional, really quite moving. Do I know the author?" she asked.

"You do and it is the result of a misunderstanding."

"Oh, I see."

"Do you think Jerry would be interested in setting it to music?"

"I will ask him, leave it with me." Julia put the poem in her brief case.

That night, Jerry phoned Andy. He liked the poem saying it strongly moved
him and he would like to try to put it to music that would reflect the
strong emotions it generated. Andy told him his other compositions
indicated that he felt he could and he looked forward to his composition.

On Saturday morning Julia phoned Andy. She was quite excited.

"Jerry has written one of the most beautiful tunes that I have ever
heard. I am not saying this because he is my brother, I really mean it. He
has caught the sentiments and expressed the mood most sympathetically."

He was pleased to hear her enthusiasm and wondered when he could hear it.

"Jerry is keen to show it to you. Are you free this afternoon?"

Andy said he was and Julia said that she would bring Jerry. Mark was keen
to hear it for he knew that Julia was seldom enthusiastic about anything
and therefore it must be good.

They arrived soon after lunch. Jerry was obviously nervous and waited for
Andy to ask for the music. He handed the score to Mark. It had been
transcribed onto a computer and printed. For several minutes Mark read it
then quietly began the introduction. It was in a minor key, a plaintiff
melody reflecting a yearning, a desperate longing. There were moments of
hope reflected in odd changes of tempo, with the song ending with
statements of convictions through a crescendo. Mark felt it was well suited
to Andy's voice. He played it again, this time more confidently. Andy stood
behind him carefully following each bar, then he began to sing as he picked
up the tune. They repeated it several times until they were both were
confident that they had mastered it. Andy clarified the phrasing, adding
toning and expressive interpretation. It was beginning to be a beautiful
rendition.

"I like it. Your music is truly beautiful. This conveys the emotions of the
lyrics," said Andy. "It is excellent."

Mark was still looking hard at the score, trying alternative base notes and
chords. He called Jerry over and they discussed some minor changes. Mark
looked at Jerry.

 "You really are a very good composer, your music is worthy of a wider
audience."

"Would you mind if I showed this to my Professor?" said Andy, " I would
also like to show him Could this be me. Which I also think is great."

Jerry had no objections and was even keen to get the opinion of an
independent authority. Andy went into the study and ran off several
photocopies returning the original to Jerry.

At the end of the lecture on the Monday, Andy asked his professor if he
though some new compositions he had were worth performing. He said he would
look at them if he would leave them with him. The next day the Professor
stopped Andy as he was leaving the lecture room.

"I am very impressed by those songs," he said, "so is the Professor of
Composition. He particularly liked Everlasting Love, so much so that he
would like to use it as a class exercise. He wants to use it as part of the
final examination, with the students orchestrating it. It will comprise 60%
of the final grade."

Andy was not sure that he had heard the request correctly, and on being
reassured the request was true, he said he would get the composers
agreement. He found Julia and told her. She was amazed. Andy said he would
phone Jerry that night. Jerry was delighted and did not hesitate to agree.

It was only two weeks before the term ended and the prospect of final exams
meant Andy and Mark were studying hard. Music and practises were no longer
priorities. The exams followed immediately and the tension was affecting
them both. Tempers were short and interruptions were not tolerated. Both
were glad when they had sat the last exam. A huge feeling of relief that
night changed their moods.

"Do you feel like me?" asked Andy. "I am desperate for hot sex. I have been
celibate for far too long and I am as randy as a stallion on heat."

Mark acted like a nervous novice as he protested that he was a virgin not
wanting to be molested. Andy got into the act as the seducer and began to
strip protesting Mark. He was soon helpless laughing from Andy's tickles
and tricks. The struggle quickly became mutual foreplay, more making love,
stimulating sensitive zones and encouraging responses. As always Andy was
enraptured by Mark's hairy body and was immersed in it's sensuous feel. For
Mark it was the warmth and aroma of Andy that made him rapturous. With legs
entwined and with arms and hands searching for intimacy, they became
engulfed in each other's physical being. Orgasm followed orgasm until cum
coated their stomachs, genitals and thighs. Though exhausted, they
continued to convey their affection with gentle caresses. They were not
interested in dinner and continued making love until morning

"Shall we invite Jerry, Julia and Aaron out for a meal at Le Bistro, the
end of he exams justifies a celebration?" asked Andy.

Mark agreed so Andy called Julia and got her and Jerry's acceptance. She
said Aaron had stayed the night and she would get him. He was also keen, so
Saturday night was agreed.

Now that there was no need to study, Andy and Mark returned to
practises. Their tutors were insisting that they work hard to return to
their previous high standard. Mark was developing a comprehensive portfolio
of popular piano classics, many suitable for 'fill ins' at Andy's
recitals. Mark persuaded Andy to go jogging with him to get regular
exercise and to spend more time in the gym. Soon they were feeling the
benefit and their physique was looking good, adding further to their
attractiveness.

Leonardo, warmly welcomed Andy and Mark and their party at Le Bistro. He
had attended Rigolleto and was still enthused by Andy's performance. Mark
noticed as the maitre d' escorted them to their table, several of the
diners recognised Andy and pointed him out to their friends. A place had
been prepared for Jerry's wheelchair beside which Aaron sat, Julia sat
between Mark and Andy. They were in high spirits relieved now that the
exams were over, and determined to enjoy the evening. Mark invited Julia to
dance. He saw Aaron and Andy dancing unconcerned by the amused looks of
several patrons. Mark and Julia returned to the table to find Leonardo and
a stranger talking to Jerry.

Leonardo said to Mark "this is Mr Robinson who tells me many of the diners
have recognised Andrew and he has asked me to ask Andy if he would sing his
Rigoletto arias. Do you think he would?"

"He might, he is very relaxed tonight. Here he comes, ask him."

Leonardo repeated his request. Mark was convinced it was the wine that
facilitated his agreeing."

"For you Leonardo I will sing," he said swaying on his feet, "but on one
condition, that Julia joins me, ok Julia?"

Julia looked embarrassed. "Don't worry Gilda, Mark has been through those
arias hundreds of times, he'll help, ok Mark?"

Mark looked at Andy. "Ok, at the end of the meal, and no more liquor." He
turned to Leonardo and Mr Robinson. "Julia is also an opera student and had
to learn one of Gilda's arias. I have been their accompanist. She is good."

"Will you sing too Julia?" asked Leonardo.

She looked at Mark. "We haven't any music how will you manage?"

"No problem, Andy is right I wont need it."

"Then it is agreed," said Andy. "After the sweets, in about an hour."

Mr Robinson effusively expressed his thanks. Leonardo smiled at Andy. "I
knew I could depend on you."

Andy seemed to sober up as they decided on the sequence of the arias.

"As in the opera", said Julia. "Andy, then me, then Andy."

"And shall we finish with 'Time to say goodbye' as a duet," asked Andy.

Now that would be a great finale," said Jerry.

Mark did not expect Leonardo to appear so soon but the hour had
passed. Julia, Andy and Mark followed him to the dais. Leonardo introduced
them, telling the diners that at the request of many of them, they had
agreed to sing their Rigolleto arias. He told them also of Julia's
involvement.

Mark began the introduction to Questa o quella. Andy's rendition had the
audience spellbound, very much appreciating his acting his role as much as
his singing. Julia's Caro nome was also well received and given a great
ovation. La donna e mobile from Andy was enthusiastically applauded. The
diners were loath to let them go. One of them asked them if they would sing
some Puccini. "Shall we sing them Boheme, your tiny hand is frozen followed
by Julia singing my name is Mimi and ending with the duet O souve
fanciulla?. Julia was not easily persuaded but Mark encouraged her. Their
rendition was a hit and before the applause ended, Mark began the
introduction to Time to say goodbye. Andy took the first verse, Julia the
second and together they sang the final chorus. That really impressed the
audience who gave them a great ovation.

They had no sooner returned to their seats when they were approached by a
smartly dressed gentleman. "I hope you don't mind my intruding but I have
to thank you for that wonderful singing. I heard you at the opera and you
are consistently the best. I would like others to hear that extraordinary
voice and ask you whether you would consider singing to members of a
business men's club at one of their monthly dinners. It is the GAP, the Gay
Association of Professionals. My name is Brian Matthew's."

Mark looked at Andy trying hard not to show his amusement. Andy was very
serious as he replied. "I am sure my partner and I would be pleased to, at
a convenient time. I believe Paul Jensen belongs to the Association, do you
know him.

"I do, very well, he is a friend of mine."

"Well I am his godson. He is a close friend of my father. Yes I would like
to sing for the members. I guess we also are family Mr Matthew's."

Brian Matthew's smiled. "Well you will be made most welcome, also your
partner. I will be in touch."

"Well well, the fan club grows larger," said Aaron.

"It looks like it, not that I want popularity that means more work. I am a
student trying to complete a degree. That is my priority. "Andy replied.

"I wonder if Paul has suggested your help for GAP. He's very proud of his
godson and what better way to introduce him to his friends," said Mark.

"No matter, I'm here to enjoy myself tonight so drink up." Said Andy

Mark drank only fruit juice and drove the others home. Aaron was staying
with Jerry so he dropped them off with Julia before returning home. Andy
was hardly awake so Mark undressed him and got him into bed. He awoke late
with a sore head. Mark was already at the piano.

They talked about the request to sing at the GAP dinner and decided to
accept the invitation. When Brian Matthew's phoned, Andy gave him their
decision then asked what kind of sings would be preferred.. He told him
light classics and popular numbers but he would leave the choice to
him. When Andy told Mark he said, "well that allows you to sing what you
like and I know that your choice will be good. So what are your
favourites. They spent some time looking through the piles of sheet music
but did not find anything suitable.

"They should be well known. Now I have hidden away my popular favourites "

"So why do we have a problem, are they gay porn?"

Andy snorted "No, not quite classics. Here they are.". He handed Mark the
scores of Andrew Lloyd Webber's Memories, The music of the night, Wishing
you were somehow here again and Love changes everything.  He also had
Killing me softly with your song and Have I told you lately that I love
you.

"A good programme" said Mark.

"I would also like to include Jerry's Everlasting Love and Could this be
me. And end with Time to say goodbye. We should divide them into two
brackets.

Brian Matthews was waiting for Andy and Mark in the foyer of the James Cook
Hotel. He took them to the conference rooms where the GAP dinner was being
held. The members were being severed drinks as they chatted prior to
dinner. Paul saw them arrive and came forward.

"Paul has offered to host you and introduce you to members," said
Brian. They each took a glass of wine from the salver offered them.

"I have my suspicions that you are involved in this invitation to sing
tonight," said Andy to Paul.

"Well maybe, but so many members have already heard you that the suggestion
was strongly supported." They were walking towards a middle aged man. "This
is our President Kelvin Farnham," said Paul. As he saw them approaching he
walked towards them with an outstretched hand.

"Mr. Turner and Mr. Wilson welcome. Thank you for agreeing to contribute to
our dinner tonight. I know we can expect a very enjoyable recital," he
said.

Paul introduced them to many of the members. Andy's reputation was known to
many of them and some wanted to talk about the opera. The President
announced that dinner was being served and the members drifted into the
neighbouring dining room with it's large circular tables. Paul guided them
to the one at the top of the room. Nearby there was a dais on which was a
grand piano. Kelvin was already seated along with two good looking men in
their late twenties. They rose as they approached. He introduced them as
Hans and Olaf. Hans was very fair with long wavy hair. Olaf was dark with
curly hair. Mark sat between them and Andy between Paul and Kelvin.

"I thought you might like to meet Hans and Olaf as they are in the
recording business." Kelvin said.

They had both been to the opera and, like the others, wanted to discuss it.

"It was clear that you had practised hard to be ready so soon," said Hans
to Andy.

"How right you are. We had less than a week to be ready. Thanks to Mark who
insisted that we work on it every hour to be word and note perfect, I made
it."

"Mark must be a taskmaster, he would have sacrificed a lot of his time
too."

"Very much so, but then he is special, he is my partner."

"How long have you been together?" asked Olaf.

"About 8 months, we met at varsity's Gay Student's Club and Mark moved in
with me 6 months ago."

Turning to Olaf, Kelvin said, "I expect you two have been together much
longer."

"Very much longer, about 10 years. We also met at University in Amsterdam,"
said Olaf.

"What attracted you?" asked Paul.

Hans looked at Olaf and laughed. "Oh it was Olaf's hairy body. I always
wanted a real live teddy bear."

Andy smiled. "That's also why I found Mark so attractive at first, now
there are more reasons."

"Another teddy bear?" asked Olaf.

"Very much so," Andy replied.

"He is also quite a teddy," said Mark, "but it is the music that cements
our relationship more."

"How are you involved?" asked Hans.

"I am Andy's accompanist at his recitals and help him practise. That is why
I am here tonight. Together we chose appropriate songs for this
occasion. It was not easy for this gathering. They are well known popular
numbers, no classics and no opera."

"That's a pity said Kelvin. I don't think your audience will allow you to
not give us one."

It was a delicious meal but Andy would only eat small helpings before
singing. The first bracket of songs was the Lloyd Webber numbers. These
were enthusiastically received especially Wishing you were somehow here
again.

When they returned to their table, Paul told Andy Hans and Olaf were very
impressed. Kelvin wanted to hear more about the gay scene at varsity and
about the Club. "We would like gay students to realise that there is
support for them in the community and that this Association is available to
help them after graduation."

"Why not have an open night, a garden party, or visits by invitation to
member's Companies or organisations. Sharing experiences would be a great
help," said Mark.

"That's a great idea," said Kelvin. "Thank you, I will put it to the
committee."

The second bracket of songs followed the sweets. Again most were familiar
but when Andy sang Jerry's compositions many were deeply touched. They got
a great ovation. As Kelvin had warned, one member asked for an aria.

"Shall we give them Your tiny hand is frozen? Asked Andy. Mark smiled and
took the score of La Boheme from his case. "I'm always prepared," he said
with a grin. It was well received Then Mark began the introduction to Time
to say goodbye. Andy gave it his best for like his mother he was very fond
of this song, There was a clear indication of it's impact.

When they returned to their table they noticed Olaf was very quiet. Then he
said, "That is one of the finest tenors I have heard for many a day. I
liked your interpretation of the song Killing me softly. It's
interpretation was different, even more haunting, it was really good. There
were two I have never heard before. The melody of Everlasting Love was
quite lovely, hauntingly beautiful. Who is the composer? Have I heard of
him or her?"

"No, he is a young friend. Could that be me was also his."

"I thought so, it was also very good. I would like to hear more of his
work."

Andy told him about the Professor's interest and that it was being
orchestrated.

"I really would like to meet your friend and hear more of his
compositions. What is his name? Could you bring him to visit us next
Saturday afternoon?"

"Can I phone you after contacting Jerry, Jeremy Weston. I'm sure he will be
keen to meet you. He will want to have his friend Aaron with him. He is a
double amputee in a wheelchair."

"Sure, we would be pleased to see you all, say at about 2." He gave Andy
his card

Mark and Andy very much enjoyed the evening with many of the members
expressing their appreciation of their performance. Paul knew most of them
so they spent a lot of time with some of them. It was late when the arrived
home.

The next morning Andy phoned Jerry and told him about the impact of his
songs and the invitation. Everlasting Love really did make a strong
impression, several asked me about it. Now don't forget to bring more of
your songs with you."

Jerry did not hesitate to accept the invitation and said he would contact
Aaron. Later that morning Mark answered a call from Paul.

"You made quite an impression last night. Kelvin was very clever having you
dine with Olaf and Hans, they are very influential in the music promotion
business."

Mark told him they were visiting them with Jerry on Saturday. "They are
delightful hosts with a magnificent home, be sure to return the
hospitality. When are we going to see you again, soon I hope." Mark
promised that they would visit soon.

They called for Jerry and Aaron in the BMW for the boot held the wheelchair
more easily. It was a large two story house set in spacious grounds,
approached by a circular drive. Mark pulled into a parking area. Hans bade
them welcome and showed Aaron a side door where there fewer steps for the
wheelchair. They crossed a large hall decorated with several bronzes of
naked male figures, into a spacious lounge with a grand piano. The room was
elegantly decorated and featured several modern sculptures. The furniture
was all of Danish design and the stereo system was also B & O. Olaf
appeared dressed in a form fitting sleeveless jerkin and brief shorts. His
dark hairy chest arms and legs made Andy gulp. He noticed that though
dressed more casually, Hans was more covered, but they were both well
endowed.

They were all warmly welcomed and encouraged their guests to talk about
themselves. Afterwards Mark realised that they had disclosed quite a lot
about their interests and ambitions.

"Since the GAP dinner, I have been in touch with the Professor of
composition," said Olaf. "and he told me that he has received some
excellent orchestrations for Everlasting Love He intends to have the
college orchestra play the best of them and Hans and I are invited to hear
them. If we think it is good enough, we would like you, Andy, to provide
the vocal when we will record it. We would like to test the market. The
melody is most appealing and we think there are listeners who will find it
most attractive. Would you agree to participate?"

The look of amazement on Jerry's face made Andy laugh. "I told you it was
good."

"I think so too," said Hans to Jerry. "If you have more songs like that
one, you could become one of this country's best composers."

"I have brought others with me. Some Mark and Andy have tried, made some
adjustments and think they are not too bad. Are you interested in them?"

Hans looked at Olaf. "Yes we are," said Olaf. Jerry handed Mark some
scores. Andy looked over his shoulder as he flicked through them.

"Shall we try Dark clouds disappear," said Andy placing the score on the
piano. This was a song reflecting the despair of a lonely man that is
transformed when he falls in love. The theme changed from a slow melody
with dark tones to a bright joy rising to a higher key. Andy expressed the
emotions most effectively as he sang. Hans was most impressed.

"Of course it is the singer who gives it life, and Andy's voice is full of
emotion, quite skilled at expressing moods. That's what makes a great
artist," said Olaf.

"And of course it sells discs," added Hans.

Andy sang several of Jerry's songs with most of them being well received by
Hans and Olaf. "Andy sings them well and if Everlasting Love is well
received by the market, we will consider producing an album of your songs
Jerry. Of course it's success would be more certain if Andy was better
known."

"All this is premature," said Jerry. "I go to University next year to read
for a music degree and Andy and Mark still have two years to complete
theirs. "

"Not necessarily," said Hans. "These songs are good enough for a trial and
Andy is beginning to be recognised. Radio broadcasts and public exposure
will help, and I hear that this is already happening."

Olaf entered wheeling a tea trolley. "Time to relax, who will have tea and
who's for coffee?"

During refreshments Hans asked Andy how long he had known Paul.

"All my life, he is my god father and a close friend of my father."

"Do you know that he is the major shareholder in our recording company? He
asked us to dine with you."

Mark interrupted. "Are you suggesting it was a set up to promote Andy?" He
sounded angry.

"Not at all," said Olaf. "We wanted to meet Andy, we had heard him at the
opera."

Andy quietly interrupted. "I have no promotional ambitions at present. I am
too busy with two more years of study, then probably attending the London
Opera School. It is Jerry who will benefit from anything you might do. If
his work is good it will sell. I like his songs and will sing them on
appropriate occasions. It is over to you to find out whether they will
sell. Paul's involvement is your concern, not mine, his motives are of no
interest to Mark and me. We don't expect you to treat us differently from
other new artists.

Hans and Olaf were silent for a few minutes then Olaf said,

"I like you guys, you are straight shooters and I would like to see more of
you."

"So do I," said Hans.

"Then come for dinner next Saturday. My parents are overseas at present but
Mark and I can make you very welcome."

Hans looked at Olaf. "We would like to, thank you."

"We dine at about 7 so come at 6," said Andy.

They left soon after.

The pounding on the front door awoke Mark. He looked at the radio clock to
see that it was 1.30 am. Andy was fast asleep. He got up, took a bathrobe
from the closet and quickly went down stairs while switching on the hall
lights. He opened the door to see two police officers.

"Mr. Wilson?"

"No, I am Mark Turner, I will get him for you. Come in, it's warmer."

He showed them into the sitting room. Andy was standing at the top of the
stairs. He told him that a policeman and police woman wanted to speak to
him. "Why at this time of night," he asked as he more tightly tied his bath
robe about him. They entered the sitting room.

"I am Andrew Wilson, how can I help you?"

"Andrew Wilson, son of Celia and Philip Wilson?" asked the policeman.

"That's right." Andy sat down as did the police officers. Mark continued to
stand.

"I am sorry to disturb you at this hour but we have to inform you of
certain events before they are reported in the morning papers." Mark sat
beside Andy. "Your parents were on a flight from Belgrade to London, as the
plane was taking off, there was an explosion which destroyed the plane It
is believed it was a bomb planted by Serbian rebels. There were no
survivors. I am sorry to tell you that your parents were among those
killed."

Andy went white, his expression was first of disbelief, then dismay, then
again disbelief.

"Are you sure? Could there be a mistake?"

"Quite sure, there was documentation on their bodies."

Andy looked aghast, his hands clutched at his robe. He looked bewildered
then devastated. He began to shake. Mark put his arm around him and held
his hand.

"Can I make coffee?" asked the police woman. "Andrew is in shock."

"What arrangements are being made to bring the bodies back to New Zealand,"
asked Mark.

"The New Zealand High Commission will fly them home. If you will give the
name of the funeral director, we will arrange to have them collected."

"A close friend is Paul Jensen, he is also on of the director's of Philip's
company, he will want to be closely involved.

Andrew gave a long pitiful moan. "My God, not my mum and dad." Mark held
him and began to cry.

"Forgive me, but they were as parents to me too."

The police woman came in with mugs of coffee which she handed to each of
them. Andrew sipped his silently.

"Is there any other family?" asked the policeman.

"None, I am Andy's partner. Paul is his godfather. We are all he has."

"He is going to need a lot of support. We really are sorry to bring you
this news."

 Mark stood. "Stay a moment while I make a phone call," he said. He pressed
the automatic dialling on the cordless phone and waited a long time before
Paul answered.

"I am sorry to have to disturb you at this hour but I have terrible
news. The police are here to tell us that Celia and Philip have been
killed. The plane they were in exploded during take off." He heard a gasp.

"No, it can't be true."

 Mark continued. "Andy is in shock and will need a lot of support. I have
given your name to the police and they are likely to call you."

"This is terrible," said Paul. "Can we stay until you and Andrew are
settled again?"

"Sure Andy is too shocked to be able to make decisions."

"Then Peter and I will see you later this morning."

The police woman was sitting next to Andy when Mark returned.

"Paul Jensen is coming to stay with us. Phone here if you want to speak to
him."

Mark took Andy back to bed. He was in a daze. He held him close. Then, as
if a plug had been released, he cried devastated by grief. His tears flowed
unrestrained and they continued until he was exhausted, when he slept. Mark
did not sleep and rose early, showered and went down to the
kitchen. Elizabeth had already arrived. He gave her the news. She was
horrified and very upset.

News of the explosion was reported in the morning paper, naming Celia and
Philip among the dead. The phone rang incessantly. "I don't want this,
shall I disconnect the phone? He asked Elizabeth.

"Leave it to me", she replied. Mark returned to Andy. He was still
asleep. Mark stripped, climbed into bed and held Andy.

"Tell me it is not true," he said.

Mark did not reply, only held him close and kissed him.

"Paul and Peter will be here this morning."

Andy began to quietly cry. Mark too was feeling very low and cried with
him. He tried to console Andy but he too needed consoling.

It was after lunch that Andy got out of bed. "We have to face the world. It
wont be easy but together we will get through these terrible days," he
said. They showered and came down to find Paul and Peter in the sitting
room. They both hugged Andy and Mark. Andy hardly spoke and Mark found it
difficult concentrating on what Paul was saying. Elizabeth brought in
coffee with a plate of sandwiches.

"The police called," said Paul, "Celia and Philip are to be flown home
tomorrow. I have arranged for a funeral director to meet them and to
arrange the funeral. We will talk about that when Andrew feels ready."

Andy looked up. "I do appreciate your help Paul and would like to attend to
those arrangements."

"Sure, and there will still be some decisions that you will want to make."

The next morning Andy was feeling better even though at times he was deeply
depressed. The funeral director arrived during the morning and after
expressing his condolences, he began to ask questions about the funeral
arrangements. Andy answered,

"I want my parents to be brought home and be placed in the lounge until the
service." He looked at Paul who nodded his agreement. "They were members of
St. Andrews on the Terrace, although they seldom attended church. I used to
attend the Rainbow services for gays and lesbians and I would like the
service to be there."

"Would you like the minister to discuss the service details with you?"

Andy said he would.

"I understand their wills indicate they want to be cremated," said Paul.

Andy nodded and began to weep. Mark held him close. His sobbing increased
so he took him into the music room and they sat on a settee. Mark then went
to the piano and began to quietly play a Chopin etude. Andy came over and
hugged him.

"This is proving difficult for us both. Thank God we have each other; I
need you."

"And I need you," Mark replied.

There was a knock on the door and Paul came in.

"Mark your father is on the phone. He has heard about the tragedy on Radio
NZ Morning Report."

Mark went to the phone, his father and mother were quite upset. They
offered to stay, to help in any way. Mark reassured them that they were
well supported by Paul and Peter, but he would like them to stay following
the funeral. He returned to Paul and Andy.

"I know that I have a big job to do," said Andy. "There is going to be a
lot of visitors. I'll cope with both of you to help me Bear with me, for I
feel ghastly."

"Good on you mate," said Paul, "I know you can and Mark and I will be right
beside you."

The police told them that the bodies would arrive on Wednesday so they
decided that the funeral service would be held on the Friday
afternoon. Julia, Jerry and Aaron called late afternoon very upset, which
did not help Andy, but they did not stay long. A stream of visitors came
next day, Ralph and Gordon, Leonardo, Mario, and Andy's professor. He told
him that the University choir would like to contribute at the service and
he would like to call him about it. Andy thanked him and accepted the
offer. The minister from St. Andrews called next morning. As he knew Andy's
parents, he was also upset by the news. They chose hymns and music which
they knew were favourites of his parents. They included Be still my soul to
the tune Finlandia.

"I would like to sing my own farewell," said Andy. I want to sing Time to
say goodbye.

"Would you like to sing part of it as a duet with Julia in case it is too
much for you?" asked Mark.

After thinking about it Andy agreed and said he would phone her. He told
the minister the University choir was contributing and that he would give
him the details later. Paul said he would like to provide the eulogy as a
close friend and a fellow director.

"I knew them so well," said the minister, "so it will be a very meaningful
celebration of two wonderful people. Andrew, there is a lot of people out
there with a lot of love for you. Be brave and rejoice for the love your
parents have given you

The funeral director arrived with the bodies on Wednesday morning. In the
lounge he erected two biers side by side on which he placed the caskets.

"Do you want to see your parents?" he asked. "They have been severely
disfigured but we have made them very presentable."

"I do, no matter how much damage they have suffered."

The director unscrewed the lids and leant them against the wall. He folded
back the white satin cloth over their faces. Andy stepped forward, Mark
beside him. His mother looked quite beautiful, quite young. There was a sob
from Andy as he leant over the casket and kissed her. His father also
looked younger, very much like his son. Andy kissed him. He stood looking
at them.

"Leave me, I want to be alone," he said.

Mark was the last to leave. He saw Andy weeping and tried hard to restrain
his own tears. He left Paul with the director and went into the music room
where he broke down completely. He felt a hand on his shoulder. It was
Paul. He did not say anything as Mark turned to him weeping. He clung to
him.

"Why should it happen to them? How cruel God can be?" said Mark.

"Andy will be thinking that also. He will feel forsaken apart from you. You
are now terribly important to him, more so now. He has been in there an
hour, go to him."

Mark dried his eyes and went into the lounge. Andy was sitting in a chair
staring at the caskets. Mark put his arms around him and held him. Andy
leant against him

"I've been saying goodbye. They look so lovely and are leaving me with a
beautiful memory."

"May I say goodbye too,? asked Mark. Andy nodded. He looked at each then
leant over the caskets and kissed them both on the forehead. He returned to
Andy and put his arm around his waist. "Will you leave the caskets open?"

"Yes. I also want mother's favourite flowers and music."

They went into the music room where the found CDs of Dvorak's 8th and 9th
symphony, Faure's Pavan, and Beethoven's Emperor Concerto and placed them
on the multi disc player. The beautiful Dvorak 8th filled the air. Andy
turned on the speakers in the lounge.

It was a very subdued house in spite of Paul's bright spirit. Mark
frequently found Andy sitting in the lounge alone. He would join him as
would Paul at times. He knew that the death of Philip was a terrible loss
for him and that Peter was supporting him. On Thursday Mark cleared with
Julia that she was agreeable to help Andy with the duet. Paul had discussed
pallbearers with Andy and contacted those chosen. All felt honoured. Andy
agreed to his Professor's request that the choir sing a chorus from Faure's
Requiem. At midday the funeral director arrived to place the lids back on
the caskets. Andy found it difficult as he kissed his parents for the last
time. He sat in the lounge weeping as they left. Mark's family had arrived
that morning and his mother went in to him. She sat beside him, took his
hand and squeezed it.

"Remember you are not alone. There are others who also love you very
much. We can't replace your parents but enjoy those lovely memories of good
times with them. There will be more good times once the hurt and loss
lessens." She kissed him and left him alone.

St. Andrews church was filled to overflowing. Mark saw many members of he
Gay Students Club, cast from the opera, and students and staff from the
music department of the University. Paul sat on one side of Andy, Mark and
Julia on the other. A large choir sat in the sanctuary, in front of which
were the caskets, side by side. The choir opened the service with the
modern hymn You are the new day, this was followed by the hymn Be still my
soul . The reading was from Paul's letter to the Romans 1 : 13 read by
John. Paul's eulogy surprised Mark, he had not known that Philip supported
so many organisations with generous donations and often as a committee
member. These included the Aids Foundation, National Opera, Chamber of
Commerce and St. Andrews Church among others. He was very popular and had
become a leader in industry. The minister, after his prayers, spoke of
their involvement in St Andrews. It had been over many years, first
Philip's parents followed by his membership of the Board of Management. The
choir sang the Faure agnus dei from his Requiem, it was a fine performance.

There followed the dedication and committal and then the blessing. The
minister stood aside as Andy rose and stood between the caskets. Mark went
to the piano. He began to play the introduction to Con te partiro- Time to
say goodbye. In a strong voice he sang the first verse "When I am alone I
dream on the horizon and words fail. With confidence, but reflecting great
sadness, he sang to his parents, but when he came to the chorus "time to
say goodbye" he voice faltered. Julia joined him, but he recovered and
confidently completed it. Julia took the second verse, and the chorus they
sang as a duet with Andy repeating the final chorus alone. His eyes were
streaming but his voice was firm. When the song ended, he went to the head
of the caskets and kissed the plates on the lids, first his mother's then
his father's. Mark joined him, wrapped his arm around him and led him back
to his seat. The pallbearers stood on each side of the caskets. His
father's were Paul, Peter, John and three directors. His mother's were
Aaron, Ralph, Luke and three members of the Gay Students Club. As the
caskets were carried slowly down the aisle, his father's first, Andy
followed his mother's with Mark on one side of him, Julia on the other,
each holding one of his hands. Andy stared straight ahead, his eyes filled
with tears.

It had been decided that they would leave with the caskets and return home
to await the arrival of those who accepted the invitation on the order of
service to join him for refreshments. A large number of those who were at
the service did accept and the caterers were kept very busy. Andy had
recovered and soon relaxed as he talked to the many students and Club
members that he knew. He appreciated the warm and support of the directors
and their wives, from his Professors and his father's friends. The guests
did not stay long but he had found hosting them very difficult. He
appreciated the condolences expressed by everyone but their wish to recall
their memories of his parents and events that they remembered was
stressful, frequently he was unable to reply. So many regarded them highly
and were themselves finding it difficult not to succumb to their own sense
of loss. There were many tears and indications of their love for Andy. By
the time they had left, Andy was very stressed. He went into the lounge and
wept.

Andy and mark sat down to dinner with Mark's family. Ruth took charge of
the kitchen and with Susan and Luke's help, served the previously prepared
meal. Andy poured the wine.

"It was a very impressive service, very beautiful," said Peter.

"Thank you Paul for your excellent account of Celia's and Philip's life and
contribution," said Andy. "I did not know how much they had been
involved. I hope I will be able to do as much."

Andy soon after dinner pleaded weariness and asked to be excused. The
others chatted in the sitting room. Mark did not stay long with them and
soon joined Andy.

"You were a credit to your parents today. I knew you were suffering but
your voice was in top form and your farewell was a wonderful experience for
us all. Again your hosting the gathering after the service was great,
everyone appreciated it. They all realise that you are devastated by the
tragedy, but you were so brave." Mark hugged him. "Keep it up. It is going
to be difficult getting back to a normal life, but we can do it. We are
always going to miss Celia and Philip."

Andy hugged him. "No other guy could give me the love and support that you
have. You are my Godsend."

"But you are the one I love," Mark replied. "Happiness is so fragile, we
have to work at if we are to enjoy it. Your troubles are also mine,
together we can overcome them."

Next morning Mark remembered that they had invited Hans and Olaf to dinner
that night. He immediately phoned them.

"We were expecting a call from you," said Hans. "We are terribly sorry to
hear about the death of Andy's parents."

"So you will appreciate why we would like to postpone the dinner until next
Saturday. Would it suit you?"

"Sure, you will not want more visitors at present. Next Saturday is free so
we will see you then."

The weekend was spent sharing memories of Celia and Philip with Mark's
family. Paul had known Philip before he married and Andy learned a lot more
from him about his father. He wondered whether he was bisexual and decided
that one day he would ask Paul. Ruth comforted everyone and always seemed
to be serving tea or coffee to the many callers. Luke spent most of his
time in the gym and the pool. They returned to Feilding on Sunday afternoon
after getting a promise that Andy and Mark would spend the weekend after
next with them.

On Monday morning Philip's solicitor phoned to make sure it was convenient
for him to call. He wanted to read Celia and Philip's wills. Andy knew that
Paul was a trustee and would be present. When Mark said he would make
himself scarce, Andy insisted that he also be present.

The solicitor was a dapper little man who looked and sounded very official.

"Your father was a very wealthy man Andrew, and as you will hear, that has
been very much to your advantage."  In a sonorous voice he read both
documents, Philip's will being much longer than Celia's. The bulk of the
estate was left to Andrew, Paul received a handsome legacy , substantial
bequests went to the Aids Foundation, Gay Pride, the Opera Trust and
St. Andrews Church. Elizabeth also received a liberal bequest. Mark was
surprised that he had been left a portfolio of shares worth half a
million. This and Andrew's investment were to be administered by Paul as
trustee until they reached 25 years of age. It's prime use was to "promote
their advancement".

"After tax, deduction of costs and bequests, Andrew has inherited an estate
estimated to be worth 12 million," said the solicitor. "You will each
receive copies of these wills and if you have any questions, please contact
me." After about an hour, the solicitor left.

"Your father discussed his will with me," said Paul. I knew what he
intended to do. He asked me to be trustee of your estates, not to restrict
you, but to help both your careers to benefit, and to help you with your
investments management. I don't believe either of you will want to fritter
it away but neither do I think you are sufficiently experienced in
financial management. I hope you will be by the time you are 25."

"I am embarrassed by Philip's generosity," said Mark. "No way did I expect
this. When he gave me an allowance, that was difficult to accept, this is
impossible."

"Well there is no way to refuse it," said Andy. "He talked it over with me
and I knew how you felt about the allowance but it did not influence him. I
am pleased he included you in his will and I would like you to accept his
bequest."

Mark seemed to be irritated. "Well it wont make any difference. It's the
guy I love, nothing else. I sometimes wish you were struggling like most
students."

"So you would rather support me?" asked Andy.

"That's right."

"But why?"

"To show how much I love you."

"Don't be so adolescent," said Paul. "There is no need to prove it, it is
obvious, why would you want to put your life at risk?"

"Life will continue as before, remember we did not see a lot of Celia and
Philip. I often felt like an orphan and Peter and Paul were my Dad," said
Andy.

"Well get on with your lives, everything had been taken care of and I am
still Dad," Paul laughed, "even if I now have two sons."

Elizabeth announced lunch was ready. During the meal Paul told her about
her bequest. She burst into tears and quickly went back to the kitchen.

Mark answered the phone during the afternoon. "You do not know me," said
the caller, "I am Malcolm McPherson, a student majoring in composition. My
orchestration of Everlasting Love has been played by the University
orchestra and I have copies of the test tape which I thought you might like
to hear.

"Rather," said Mark excitement in his voice, "when is it possible?"

"Well if it is convenient, right away."

Mark gave him their address and directions to help him find his way.

"I'll be with you within half an hour," he said.

Andy was also excited and warmly welcomed Malcolm. He was tall and thin
with long straight hair and a bearded chin.

"I hope you like it. My favourite composer is Dvorak so I have used a lot
of woodwinds. He gave the audio tape to Andy who inserted it into the tape
deck. They sat in the easy chairs in the music room. The quiet serene
opening developed into a flute rendition of the melody. The opening bars of
the song were accompanied by an oboe. It was magical. The anxieties in the
lyrics were reflected in the strings, the appeal by the horns and the
crescendo of the final verse accentuated by the trumpets.

"God, it is magnificent," said Andy. There were tears in his eyes. "It is a
very emotional poem and this is emotional music. You have made it a
glorious expression of love." He rushed over to Malcolm and kissed him. He
blushed, but his face lit up with joy.

"I'm, glad," he said, "I felt that emotion as I read the score, I could not
leave it alone. I guess I was going through a bad patch at the time, my
lover and I had just broken up and I felt like the author."

"A girlfriend?" asked Mark.

"No, a guy. We had been together for years. It still hurts terribly."

Andy looked at Mark, "It could have been a bonus."

Mark nodded. "If it speaks to Malcolm like that, how many more will get
that message?"

"Do you know that I am to sing it and that it is to be recorded for general
distribution?"

Malcolm gasped. "I never knew, is it that good?"

"We will know when the top brass of the recording company visits us next
Saturday. We will keep you informed. Can we keep this tape?"

"Sure, and here is another for the composer. He will be even more
interested in what I have done."

The next day, Aaron brought Jerry over to hear the tape. He was astounded
by the beauty of the orchestration. "It just doesn't sound like my song,"
he said.

"Remember it is the backing, it is the soloist who has center stage and it
doesn't compete with him, it only enhances his presentation," said
Andy. "Mark and I have been practising and have superimposed my voice on a
copy of Malcolm's tape."

Andy gave Jerry the tape from Malcolm. "This is the University orchestra's
performance and that tape is yours. Now here is a copy of our tape for
you."

"Play it Andy," said Mark, "it will show Jerry what you mean."

The sound was glorious. Andy's voice melded well with the orchestra, and
for an amateur effort, it was quite effective. There were tears in Aaron
and Jerry's eyes as they listened.

"No wonder Olaf was so impressed, I reckon it will make the top of the
charts", said Aaron.

They left thrilled by what they had heard and with their precious tape.

It was a busy week especially because Andy decided to send thank you notes
to everyone who had signed the Book of Remembrance. Each was a standard
letter, each signed by Andy, but there were hundreds to be addressed. Mark
and Paul helped him.

Hans and Olaf were casually dressed when they arrived just before 6. Mark
noticed that they were impressed by Andy's home and asked many questions
about it's decor.

"Now that it is ours, we can add many gay features as you have done," said
Andy.

"It has taken many years to find really good pieces, don't hurry, be
selective, they are to be found in the most unlikely places."

They accepted Andy's offer of a tour of the house. Olaf's eyes lit up when
he saw the pool.

"He can't resist water. It is an excuse to flaunt his sexual attractions,"
said Hans.

"Well he is welcome to, but not before dinner." Andy replied.

"There you are, I told you these guys are players," Olaf said to Hans.

Andy looked at Mark, anxious that he had not given the wrong impression.

The dinner, with good wines accompanying each course, was very much
enjoyed. Over coffee, Mark told them that he had a tape that he very much
wanted them to hear. "It is the University orchestra playing Everlasting
Love, would you like to hear it?" Olaf said they would and began to
rise. "Sit still, it is on the tape deck." Mark pressed the remote
control. The orchestra's performance had them enthralled. The skilful
orchestration created such emotions that when the tape ended, Olaf and Hans
were speechless. It is extraordinarily beautiful, quite enchanting..

"Now here it is with the voice. Remember it is an amateur production for we
have superimposed Andy's voice. Mark again pressed the remote control. This
time the orchestra echoed the emotions expressed by the singer. Andy had
caught the moods effectively, his voice soared with the crescendo at the
end.

"I don't believe it. It is incredible what the orchestra has done to the
song. Whoever orchestrated it has done a brilliant job. No wonder the
Professor was excited about it. Can I have these tapes. I know that they
are not produced by a good technician but they will serve to whet the
appetite of those who are financially backing us, " said Hans.

"Do you think it could make the charts?" Olaf. asked Hans.

"More than likely," he replied.

"Does the invitation to have a swim still stand?" asked Olaf.

"Sure," Andy replied, "there are towels in the cupboard beside the pool."
He turned to Hans. "Would you like a swim too?"

"No I'll watch the dolphin , or should I say groper. If anyone else is in
the pool with him, he can't leave them alone."

"In that case, I'll stay with you." Mark did not comment.

Olaf stripped and Mark heard Andy gasp as he saw his hairy torso. Like
Mark, his back and shoulders, arms and legs were lightly covered by
hair. He looked at Andy and could see that he was undecided.

"If you feel like a swim. Go ahead." He said.

"Are you sure you don't mind?" Andy asked. He stripped.

"He's got a great physique," said Hans.

"That's because we work out in the gym," Mark replied.

Olaf and Andy were swimming lengths of the pool. Suddenly Mark saw Olaf
grab Andy and the pool became a battle ground as the one tried to avoid the
other. First one then the other disappeared underwater, was upended,
submerged and desperately wrestling to gain better purchase. Two heads
appeared and Mark could see that Olaf was behind Andy, his arms tightly
around him. Both were laughing and breathing heavily. Andy was fully erect
and he was sure that Olaf was the same. Olaf let Andy go, he swam to the
side.

"That was great Mark, I enjoyed that, specially Andy' struggle."

"I'm surprised he put up such a fight, he loves hairy men," Mark replied.

"If you two feel comfortable about group sex, let me know then he can enjoy
my pelt."

Hans grinned. "It was not easy to accept once, but now I don't mind"

"You may think you are hairy, but wait until you have seen Mark, he is
beautiful," said Andy as he dried himself.

"Let it be soon then," said Olaf.

Mark thought he heard Hans say "yes sir, soon."

A week later Andy had a call from his Professor, "Could he be available for
a rehearsal of Everlasting Love with the orchestra. It was arranged for the
following afternoon. He and Mark arrived to find Olaf with a recording
technician. The microphones were already positioned and the orchestra ready
for a recording.

"We must have a trial performance before we record," said the Prof.

"We have already adjusted the microphones for the orchestra, now it is your
turn Andy."

Andy sang the song through with the orchestra. Mark saw the technician
taking notes. Andy was asked to do so again. The technician signalled the
conductor.

"It's sounding fine, this time it is a take"

"Relax Andy", said Olaf, "If it is a dud, we can always dub, but I prefer
not to."

Mark gave Andy a 'you can do it' smile This time Andy thought about that
time which prompted the poem and gave it his all. It was brilliant as his
voice reflected his emotions. Both Olaf and the conductor knew it was a
winner. When the conductor laid down his baton, the members of the
orchestra applauded, some shouting bravo. The technician was smiling as he
gave the success sign to Olaf.

"It's a take, we don't need another."

"Thank you everybody for all of your hard work," said Olaf. " I'm sure that
you will all be well known throughout the land."  He shook the conductor's
hand. "Well done, it really is very good." He did the same to Andy. "I'll
keep you informed," he said.

A week later Olaf phoned Andy. "Tonight the commercial radio link up has
New Discoveries on it's programme and Everlasting Love is being
featured. That will tell us if the disc is likely to be a goer. I'll let
you know."

Mark phoned Jerry with the news. He was so excited he hardly made
sense. They waited anxiously as the announcer flippantly introduced his new
discoveries. "Now this one is interesting, tell me if you like it," he
said. The familiar introduction filled the room followed by Andy's
voice. Andy was tense as he listened to his phrasing and emotions swept
along with the beautiful melody. When it ended the announcer was clearly
affected. "Well that's my pick for tonight, but what's yours. Until next
week, goodnight." They switched off the radio.

"Well now all we can do is wait for the impact."

The phone went, it was Jerry. "My God it was terrific," he said
excited. "Andy was great. Mum and Dad found it hard to believe it was my
music. Julia is in tears. I have so much to thank you for, whatever
happens."

Next morning Hans phoned. "You wont believe it. Everlasting Love swamped
the radio station switch board. We put some discs in the major outlets and
they have sold out already. We are pressing 10000 discs to meet the
demand. "

Mark could not believe Olaf's news. They hugged each other, whooped and
screamed with delight. "Now watch the charts," he said. During the evening
Hans arrived with three parcels of discs. One for each of them and one for
Jerry. These are for you to give to your friends. They set aside copies for
Mark's family and Paul. Mark called Malcolm.

"Did you hear the broadcast?" asked Andy. He had. When he told him about
the response, he could not believe it. "Have you got any discs?" He
hadn't. "Call tomorrow," said Andy, "you can have some of ours." He said he
would in the afternoon.

Julia arrived in the afternoon with Jerry.

"How can we stay at home when you are making history," said Julia. "You
guys are amazing, I never believed that Mark was also a poet."

"Mark laughed. "We never know what hidden talents we might have."

He saw Malcolm walking down the drive. "What good luck, here comes the guy
who orchestrated your music. I believe you have not met him..

Andy was setting out wine glasses when Mark showed Malcolm into the sitting
room. He took him over to Julia and Jerry and introduced him.

"This is the guy who orchestrated your music," he said to Jerry.

Jerry pulled Malcolm down and hugged him, then kissed him. "You have made
my tune so beautiful, I will never be able to thank you enough."

"Then we must celebrate," said Andy as he poured the wine. As they drank
they congratulated each other. Mark brought in his remaining discs and gave
them to Malcolm

"We can get more, no problem, I'm sure you will want to give copies to your
special friends."

"Your music is quite unique," said Malcolm to Jerry. I felt it's impact
strongly and it made the orchestration easy. I would like to do more."

Andy had been listening. "It may be necessary. Another song, 'Could that be
me' is being considered for recording and Olaf is very impressed by your
orchestration."

"I finish my degree this year and will be looking for work so I hope he
remembers me."

"If I am asked to sing, I will try to persuade him to give you that task.

Malcolm seemed loath to leave after Julia and Jerry had gone. They invited
him to dinner.

"I hear you have just separated from your friend," said Andy. "How are you
coping?"

"Not well. We were together for three years but he found another guy he
liked more."

"So Everlasting Love was very meaningful for you. No wonder you produced
such a great score."

Both Andy and Mark liked Malcolm and asked him to keep in touch. He
promised to call again.

The popularity of Everlasting Love continued, with frequent requests for it
to be broadcast. Sales continued to be high and it was top of the charts
for 6 weeks. Australia also discovered it, then the USA and Europe with
similar results. Every week Hans phoned Andy with the sales figures.

"It's incredible, we have never had a disc take off like this one
before. At this rate you are heading for a gold disc."

"If I get it, I will have to have a party," said Andy.

"It will be our party," said Hans.

Two weeks later Hans was on the phone again. "The party is on, you have
made the gold disc. Get ready for the hoop la of publicity. It's a
wonderful promotion opportunity."

The first of the newspaper reporters arrived later that morning with a
photographer. She only wanted to interview Andy until she learnt that Mark
had written the lyrics. She had previously interviewed Jerry and had
details of the disc's production.

"Is it true that you initiated the production with the support of your
Professor?" she asked.

"That's right," said Andy.

She turned to Mark. "What prompted you to right such an emotional poem?"

"I was going through a difficult time," he replied.

"It is more a declaration of love."

"I suppose so."

"Problems with your girlfriend?"

"Not exactly."

"With his boyfriend, me," said Andy.

"Oh," she said not sure what the next question should be.

Andy continued. "We are partners and very much in love."

"So you are both gay?"

"We are, and I believe our sexuality very much contributed to it's
success. Would you agree Mark?"

Mark said he did.

The reporter learnt that they were giving recitals, that Andy had been
given a lead in Rigolleto and intended to pursue a musical career. During
the interview, the photographer had been taking shots of them together and
separately.

"Will there be any freebies?" Andy asked him. He grinned, "Do you want
pin-ups for your fans? I'm sure I can send you the best, you already have a
number of fans on our staff who will decide for you."

There were several more interviews, but none of them questioned them about
their private life like the first.

"Are you angry with me for being so outspoken?" Andy asked Mark

"No, we are out and it will soon be common knowledge anyway. I'm sure the
pink dollar will be interested and that will only boost our sales. I am
sure that they will approve of the disclosure."

Andy's forthrightness and his comments on the influence of his sexuality on
his performance hit the newspaper headlines. Immediately the gay press,
both local and overseas, sent reporters for more interviews, and as
promised by Mark, sales soared. At the end of the week, Hans phoned to
report that a Platinum disc was in sight. Andy began to get requests to
perform more often but he always declined. He was determined nothing would
interrupt his studies and voice training..

At Olaf's request, Andy agreed to make an album of Jerry's songs, again
backed by the University orchestra, again they were to be orchestrated by
Malcolm. Malcolm and Jerry worked together on this for several months,
during which time they often involved Mark and Andy. They included
Everlasting Love on the album believing this would help to sell it. The
other songs, including 'Could that be me', were all new. It took another 3
months to complete the recording for everyone insisted that it was to be a
first class production. They did manage to get it into the shops before
Christmas. Again the University was fully supportive, for Andy's single had
handsomely rewarded it from the percentage of the royalties that it
received.

The radio programme, Recent Discoveries, again launched the disc with
similar results to that experienced from the first disc. Most of the songs
were popular and increased Andy's reputation.  Andy and Mark continued to
reject requests for public performances even though they were now becoming
even more insistent.


To be continued.

The author Stewart Ransom invites comments.
E-mail address:  nivision@manawatu.gen.nz