Peter didn't sleep well at all that night. He was tossing and turning throughout the night and finally gave up at 5 am. He had been at the kitchen table working on his song.

Though you've played at love and lost, And sorrow's turned your heart to frost, I will melt your heart again. Remember the feeling as a child, When you woke up and morning smiled, It's time you felt like you did then. There's just no percentage in remembering the past, It's time you learned to live again at last.

He was startled out of his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder. Peter turned around and saw Davy standing behind him. "Don't do that."

"Sorry, man, I didn't mean to frighten you. Are you alright, Pete? I saw that you were up early and out of the room."

"I'm just fine." It was so unconvincing that even Peter didn't believe himself.

"Come on, you can tell me. I have noticed these past few weeks, you seem different. It's like you're melancholy and listless. We're best friends, I'm here for you."

Peter looked at Davy. His face showed so much sincerity. There was concern in his eyes and he was leaning forward with his hand on Peter's. Peter couldn't keep dismissing Davy's genuine curiosity and support.

"My date went awful last night," he confessed. "I have been having no luck with girls lately and it's been getting to me, that's all."

"Sorry to hear that, Peter. Don't get too hung up on this slump. All you have to do is find the right girl. After that everything just seems to fall into place."

"Easy for you to say. You always have luck with the ladies. You have all that charm that the girls just fall all over you for. Very little effort."

"Peter, you're a catch too. One day, the perfect girl will come around and you'll see how effortless it is."

"Thanks Davy."

With that Davy patted him on the back and began making coffee.

Peter wrote one last lyric idea in his notebook: You stare at me in disbelief, You say for you there's no relief, But I swear I'll prove you wrong.

Later on, Micky came rushing from the front door with the mail. "We need…we have to…I…here."

"Micky, what are you trying to say," Mike asked taking the flier Micky was handing to him. Mike looked it over. "Madame Rosita," he read, "fortune telling, palm reading, and parking validation. Why are you so turned upside down by this?"

"Guys, I have been wanting to have our fortunes read. It would be so fun to see when we will become famous."

"And…" Mike prompted.

"And what?" Micky asked innocently.

"You expect me to believe that you are so enthusiastic about a fortune teller purely for the fortunes. I know you better than that, Mick."

"Fine, I'm doing research for my next brilliant idea. My own fortune telling business. I'll call it 'I'm a Believer,' that way I'm advertising how good my predictions are."

Mike rolled his eyes, "Of course, I knew it!"

"Well I think it's a good idea," Davy chimed in.

"Great!" Mike threw his hands up and sounded exasperated, "Some more encouragement! Micky doesn't need that; he does enough of that himself."

"I figure we could all use a laugh with people being a little on edge lately," Davy told Mike gesturing towards Peter who didn't seem to be paying attention. "Plus we could have a different experience than we did getting our tea leaves read by Mrs. Badderly."

Mike relented, "I'll agree to this, IF we can manage not to make a spectacle of ourselves there."

"Mike, you know me, cool collected and flying under the radar," Micky said. Mike glared at Micky. "Okay, okay. I promise to behave myself."

They headed out the door and Davy grabbed Peter. "Come on, Mate. Let's go and find out about that love life of yours."

The guys arrived in front of a Chinese restaurant. "Micky, are you sure this is the address?" Davy asked.

"Yeah that's what the flier says." Micky noticed a small sign on the corner of the building. "Oh, look! The sign says that Madame Rosita is in the basement. This way."

"That sounds promising," Mike mumbled following after the others.

They entered a room filled with all the trinkets to expect in a mystical shop, shrunken heads, spell books, velvet pillows on the floor around a short table with a crystal ball. There was no sign of the shop's proprietor.

"Madame Rosita?" Mike called out.

Suddenly, a middle aged woman with curly, bushy black hair wrapped in a colorful scarf appeared adorned in gold colored jewelry. "Who calls upon Madame Rosita?" she said in an accent.

"Hi, we're the…" Davy attempted to answer before Madame Rosita put her hand over his mouth.

"Don't tell me! You are primates of some sort. I foresaw you coming."

"Then why weren't you out here?" Peter asked.

"My tea kettle was whistling. Now, have a seat boys. I understand you are looking to have some questions answered."

"Well, no kidding," Mike incredulously.

"I see you are going to be the skeptic. Let me see what's in the cards for you, Tex."

"Easy guess, I have a southern accent," Mike sneered.

"Lay off, Mike. Just try to enjoy yourself," Davy whispered.

"Mr. Southern Gentleman, I see for you success in the music business. Within the next two years, you and your fellow primates will be headlining shows across the country," Madame Rosita predicted.

"Not bad," Mike said loosening up a bit.

"Now you, I feel immense energy flowing through your presence," she said turning to Micky and looking into her crystal ball. "I see great accomplishment in an idea that you will come up with in future…just stay away from divination, it's not for amateurs."

"Will do," said Micky looking guilty and shocked at the same time. "Any idea what the business is?"

"Only that it will be called 'You Just May Be the One'."

"Sounds like a dating service," Micky said his wheels already beginning to turn.

"Let me see your palm, Handsome," she took Davy's hand. "I see the line of sensitivity, meaning that you relate to others easily. Because of this when you experience betrayal it hurts more deeply. Very passionate and prefer smaller settings to larger ones. There are many beautiful women in your future because you desire freedom and can't be tied down."

"Davy and women. That's not a prediction, it's a given," Peter grumbled.

"Okay, your turn cynic," Madame Rosita firmly gripped Peter's hand. "I notice that when the going gets tough, keeping busy helps you feel safe and secure. Which seems to be the case currently. You often find yourself mulling things over and over before coming to a decision. You always considers others' feelings, and people appreciate that about you. Definite passion for music, which will come in handy since you will not be able to find love."

Peter's face dropped. Way to kick me when I'm down.

Mike noticed Peter's shock and disappoint. He quickly stood and started motioning for the others follow him. "Well, it's been swell Madame Rosita, but we got to get going. Thanks for the readings."

Davy had to help Peter stand since he was still overwhelmed and hadn't made any attempt to leave. In the process, the two knocked the table and ran out. Madame Rosita's crystal ball slowly rolled to the ground and broke.

"Et miseri iam tibi dedi est rediit.. Affliguntur damnati sunt dies vestry. Tua, sicut imago est in favíllam," uttered Madame Rosita after them.