The next day while Ephram was walking from his car to campus, somebody was taking photographs of him. He didn't think much of it and shrugged it off for the whole day. He had to write a symphony for his final project and he was almost done, but it seemed as if it was taking forever. It stressed him out so much, it was as if he lived at Julliard. He wasn't much for writing music, just playing other people's music. It's not that he was stressed out about writing the symphony, it was more about playing it in front of a whole lot of people in less than three weeks. He figured if he stayed late today then he would be able to finish the piece and then he and the orchestra could practice it. He would have a solo piece that would last about 5 minutes, but nonetheless, the whole thing scared him.

While in the music room finishing up on his project, one of his professor's stopped by, "Mr. Brown, what are you doing here so late? Shouldn't you be home with your wife?"
"Oh, Professor Aicher, nice to see you." he smiled, "Madison is at work. Plus I want to get this project done so we could start practicing."
"You're nervous aren't you? You know. You're going to be missed after next semester. Perhaps, if you want a part time teaching job then I'm sure we can figure something out." Professor Aicher smiled, raising her eyebrows.

"Professor, can I ask you something?" Ephram asked as he sighed.

The professor nodded.

"What makes you think that the symphony I'm writing will even be any good? I mean, I'm not that great at writing music."
"Its in the heart, Ephram." she blinked slowly, "aren't you the one who had a hand in writing the symphony, 'Breathless'?"
"Well," Ephram said looking up, "it wasn't meant to be a symphony. It was just something I wrote-"
"From the heart…see, that's all you need. Don't be so modest Ephram Brown. You're one of the best pianists Julliard has seen in a very long time."
"Well…Thanks Professor."
"I don't want to keep you, so I'll let you get back to work." and she left the room as Ephram sat on the piano bench with a pencil in hand, tapping on his leg.

Madison was at work, just about to pack up and go home when a co-worker of hers came into her office and started talking to her. They were chatting, "Did you get the email today that Jack sent? I don't know what it is, but instead of just sending out memos, he's emailing them now."

Madison was too busy rummaging through her briefcase, "no I haven't checked it at all today. Why don't you check it for me."

Her co-worker jumped on her computer and opened up her email then scrolled down the page. "Oh look, Ephram sent you an email!"

Madison made her way over to her computer, "What are you talking about?"

Before she could do anything, her co-worker opened the email, it was a greeting card. She opened it and not too long afterwards "You Raise Me Up" by Josh Groban was heard through the speakers. Madison fell into her chair behind her, reading what Ephram had written, "I love you." with a happy emoticon bouncing around.

Her co-worker interrupted, "that…oh my golly goodness!" She looked at Madison, "you're blushing! That is just too much for words! I've known you for 5 years now, right! I've never seen you blush! Hey now, so when I am going to meet prince charming, huh?"

Madison smiled, "We'll see. Things are a bit hectic right now."
"Oh, I see how it is, you just want to keep him for yourself!"

The two laughed, then Madison decided to head for home.

When Madison pulled into the driveway, two of her neighbors were waiting for her; Jacob Lucas and mama T. "There you are Madison! When is your husband getting home? We figured you two moved in yesterday, now, and we haven't even thrown you a welcome party!"

Madison chuckled, "there really is no need, Torry!"
"I'm almost 72 years old, don't make me drag you to this party! Don't worry dear, its at my house and I'll be kicking everybody out and going to bed in less than 2 hours."

Jacob Lucas laughed, "mama T, you're going to bed at 9pm!?!?"
"Shut up, boy, don't make me take you across my knee!"

Just then, Ephram pulled into the driveway. He got out and walked up to where everybody else was. Kissed Madison sweetly on the lips before mama T told him what the plans were.

They walked over to mama T's house, Madison and Ephram walking arm in arm behind the other two. Everybody was finally glad to meet their new neighbors, the two 'well known' faces.

Ephram got the low down on the people who take his picture; the paparazzi. "What's so great about taking pictures of the guy who plays piano for the Mandolin Symphony?"

Quinn broke in, "Ephram, you are so modest! You're one of Julliard's best pianist since…Since…I don't know, that Jacob character."
"Yeah right." Ephram smiled.