"Thanks, I'll let you know if we can use you," Roger said to yet another disappointing guitarist. Benny had persuaded him to do a studio album, and he was all for it. The only problem was his band might sound great on stage, but that sound didn't translate well into the studio. For the past two and a half weeks, he had heard every person in New York City who thought they could play a guitar, but none of them were what he needed.

"Next!"

His optimism dropped even more as he looked at the next application. Isabel Carmical. NYU grad with a sound editing degree. Radio sound editing experience. Helped with sound design in several theatres. Not a bit of band or recording experience. As he was looking the sheet over, Collins walked in.

"Hey, man, any luck?"

"Not yet, and I don't think there will be any time soon."

The young woman in the sound booth took out her acoustic without saying a word. She was wearing very flowing, hippie clothes with her medium-length strawberry blonde curls around her face. For some strange reason, she looked familiar to Collins, but he couldn't say from where.

"Get your picket sign and love beads out," Roger joked. He then pressed the button to speak into the sound booth. "Whenever you're ready."

With that, she smiled and gave a small nod. What ensued stunned the men outside the sound booth. She had started playing a simple familiar tune, but the embellishment compounded as she played on. Roger and Collins couldn't believe what they were hearing. The technique was amazing; her fingers were exactly where they were supposed to be, never missing a note. As she finished her first song, before Roger could say a word she said, "I can play an electric if you have one."

"Sure," he said retrieving and giving her the guitar.

"Thank you," she said as she smiled and took the guitar from him.

The next five minutes were like heaven to Roger's ears. Even Roger couldn't play some of the stuff she was. It might not bring a rock concert to its feet, but it would give any studio rock album a run for its money. This was it!

"I think I've heard enough. You can come on in," Roger said over the speaker before he opened the door for her.

As the quiet girl walked into the room with a smile, she said, "I know I haven't had a lot of experience, but I'm decent and I love…"

"You're hired!" Roger interrupted.

She was stunned; the eternal smile left her face for a brief moment but reappeared even bigger than before. "Thank you! Thank you so much! You have no idea what this means to me!"

"No, thank you, Miss…"

"Carmical. Isabel Carmical. Izzy's fine."

Even with a name with the face, Collins couldn't figure out why she looked so familiar. Probably just going crazy, he laughed to himself. Collins walked over to where the other two were standing."

"I'm Roger Davis, you are a God-send, and this is my friend…"

Izzy interrupted, "Professor Collins!"