The fourth instalment! Should I do a dancing queen chapter? Lonny's big solo… :D

Constance turned and sat on the edge of the stage. She'd just had a fight with Stacee. He'd gone out with a couple of band mates to calm down, and Constance was left alone in the Bourbon.

Dennis sat down next to her, barely acknowledging her presence. He clearly had something on his mind, but Constance didn't ask what. She had her own problems.

Lonny ran over and sat down between them, the usual bundle of energy.

"What are we talking about?"

Dennis grunted, Constance stayed silent.

"Come on. What's up?"

"Which one of us are you asking?" Constance questioned.

"Both of you."

"Stacee and I had a fight."

Lonny frowned, "Are you ok?"

Constance shook her head, "I don't think it's the fixable kind of fight."

"Oh."

"I just keep thinking about all the things I should have said. And I keep thinking about all we've been through. What's your problem Dennis?" She asked half-heartedly.

"My ex-wife called."

"Oh." Lonny said stiffly, "What does she want? More money?"

Dennis shook his head, "I'm actually not sure what she wanted. She was just reminiscing. It got me thinking."

"About?" Lonny asked nervously.

"I can still recall, our last summer. I still see it all."

"The walks along the Seine." Constance said dreamily.

"Laughing in the rain." Dennis added, "Our last summer. Memories that remain."

Lonny smiled. He loved it when Denis reminisced. He got a look about him that Lonny adored.

"We made our way along the river and we sat down in the grass, by the Eiffel tower." Constance remembered fondly.

"Was this when you two went to France?" Lonny asked. Constance nodded.

"I was so happy we had met." She muttered.

"It was the age of no regrets." Dennis said thoughtfully, "Oh yes. Those crazy years that was the time, of the Flower-Power."

"But underneath, we had a fear of flying." Constance cringed, thinking of that god awful plane trip.

"Of growing old. A fear of slowly dying." Dennis frowned, "We took a chance. Like we were dancing our last dance."

"I can still recall, our last summer. I still see it all. In the tourist jam, round' the Notre Dame."

"Our last summer, walking hand in hand." Dennis smiled and took Lonny's hand in his.

"Paris restaurants, our last summer, morning croissants."

"Living for the day, worries far away. Our last Summer. We could laugh and play."

"And now you're working in a club. The business man, the Arsenal fan, and your name is Dennis." Lonny said with a smile.

"How dull it seems." Dennis replied glumly.

"Yet you're the hero of my dreams." Lonny insisted.

"I can still recall, our last summer. I still see it all. In the tourist jam, round' the Notre Dame."

"Our last summer, walking hand in hand."

"I can still recall, our last summer. I still see it all. Walks along the Seine."

"Laughing in the rain."

"Our last summer. Memories that remain."