You (All I Need Is)

Then Here He Comes

John rushed out of his car and looked at his watch. He was twenty minutes late and the band that was assigned to him for their album recording was contacting him like crazy. He ran fast through the parking lot, but he didn't notice that another man with papers was walking up to him until they bumped forcefully into each other.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, man! Here, let me help you. I'm really sorry!" They both picked up the fallen papers on the ground.

"It's okay, man. It's my fault."

They stood up after the papers were back in the other man's hands. John continued to run towards the studio. When he reached the front door, he looked at the calling card he took from the scattered papers.

Dr. Klein Bastille, DMFT
Marriage Counselor
397-986-5031
452 Smith Street, Desmond, New York

Is it time?

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"Okay, that's a wrap! Everybody did great today! Be back tomorrow for the finshing touches and we're good to go. Thank you!" John said after the band had finished recording for their album. They turned to their manager while John went to the instrument room. He was still thinking about the contents of the calling card.

"Tony? Are you there?"

Tony came out and answered,

"Yep, Johnny. Is there a problem? Did the band give you a headache?"

"No, it ain't them. I just need to talk to you about something. Can we go out?"

"Oh, yeah, sure."

Both of them went out of the recording studio, drove off, and went to the nearest diner. John turned the engine off while Tony got off the car.

"Come on, Johnny! I'm starvin'!" Tony went inside the diner and John trailed behind him. They sat down to where the waitress lead them.

"What'll you have today, boys?"

"Just write your name down on that piece of paper, baby." Tony smiled and winked at the waitress. He continued.

"Nah, just kiddin'. I'll have pancakes, I don't care if it's already nine-thirty, and beer." And then the waitress smiled. She then looked at John.

"Just a vanilla milkshake will do." John said and the waitress took off. Tony looked at John while he was playing with his pager.

"So, Johnny. What are you gonna tell me?"

"This." John sighed as he put the calling card on the table. Tony looked at it and raised his eyebrows.

"These guys don't really work, Johnny. Are you sure you want to give it a try?"

"Well, why not? That's easy for you to say. You're a divorced man."

"Okay, I'm going to tell you this. You're the famous John Lewis McGraw, today is 1994, and you basically don't have enough time for anything else. Now, you took this guy's calling card, thinkin' you might have a chance. What makes you so sure he'll be the answer to your problems?"

"What makes you think he won't help us? A lot of people can help, Tony. Don't just stick to your guts. Listen and consider what others have to say. They see things in you that you don't know; even if you stare at a mirror. And I feel this ain't coincidence. I mean, of all people? Why bump into a marriage counselor?"

"That's a good point, but you must know this: you're a good family man and my close friend. Whatever's your decision, I'll accept it. What about Liz? I can feel that she'll go 'Rambo' once she sees that card lyin' 'round your house! And that Klein, what's his name? I think I've heard of him before." Tony leaned back and crossed his arms.

"Really? Where?"

"Nope. No, wrong person. Anyway, good luck with that, Johnny. And be good!"