It was after midnight and we were dancing on his roof top. The Manhattan skyline was the perfect backdrop for the evening. He was gentle yet aggressive; a rare combination. They sat in a line on the ground watching. I thought them to be drunker then they probably were. His roommate put on a song from the 1930s and it seemed appropriate to stop dancing; I wanted to devote my full attention to the scratched melody. We were all suddenly silent as we listened intently. I thought, as I looked over at New York City, ‘finally….’