[NARRATION]. . Now that old piano player knew. There were other musicians in that crowd. And one by one he brought them up. And the music, it got loud.
(NARRATION). . Then a guitarist and a bass player. Read some notes off a music page. And added a little bit of jazz. . A sound that never seems to age.
(NARRATION). And so back at the hotel. Our angel again arrived. But this time he went up the front steps. Which, of course, led him inside. (it's one of those things that architects.
[NARRATION]. . If he went there and saw his son. What words could he possibly say. Would his own child recognize him. And if he did, would he turn away?.