"Sometimes I forget who I am," Vince stuttered drunk.

"If you don't know who you are, you don't know where you're going. Life is a can, bro. You eat the content, you throw away the package," Philip said.

"Philip, stay with me on the tour, please. I'll make excuses for you in your paper, I'll pay you to double. Just please stay," he begged him.

"I don't give a shit about money, and you know it from way back. But from what I hear, you have a relationship. Where's your girlfriend?" he asked wondering.

"She spends my money. And just to show you that I've philosophized something from life, I'll tell you this. Love is like food, bro. Love is a taste. Some food you like; some food you don't. But to see this, you have to try it," Vince replied in a lustful manner, opening the door from his dressing room.

Two pretty young groupies came in and jumped on him. Philip stood with crossing hands and watched them worried.

"Girls, this is my brother Philip," the two girls smiled at him. "Well, shall we all go for a walk? The limousine is waiting for us, with plenty of champagne."

"Uh, I have to..." Philip tried to avoid it.

"At least for tonight, don't deny it to me. Am I right, girls? Philip is an international correspondent. He can interview you!"

Philip succumbed for Vince's sake. He had understood the bad turn his career had taken, as well as his personal life.

After a frantic night of dancing, plenty of booze, and sex, Vince ended up in his hotel room almost passed out. The employees moved him to his room. They were all puzzled about the artist who would certainly not have escaped the slump like many others.

He slowly opened his eyes and immediately sought cocaine dust. In his daze, he called Noelia.

"Vince, it's six in the morning."

"Noelia, I want you to marry me," he mumbled with your eyes closed.

"You're dizzy, when you wake up you won't even remember."

"No!" he cried. "No, I know what I'm saying. I want to get married. I'm telling you the truth."

"Calm down. I'll come by your hotel later to discuss it all right?"

"Don't say no to me, please."

He sank into sleep after leaving Noelia with many questions. She liked him, admired him as an artist. She was fascinated by his reputation, but his intense life prevented her from immediately saying yes to his proposal. She didn't go to the hotel as she promised, finding an excuse.

Vince was disappointed; he started for the rest of the concerts in France, where the audience praised him. He could barely stand on his feet and barely say a few words to Ray when he was done, under the influence of booze and drugs.

Within a year, he had achieved as much as few in his category. The last concert was in Palermo, Italy. Exhausted, trying to satisfy his audience and constantly hears his name ranked at the top of the singers.

Ray advised him to change his repertory and deal with another kind of music. The producers and record companies accounted for millions on his work, as the artist with the greatest influence on the public.

At the same time, Lavinia took her first exams as a social worker. She passed with flying colors, and a university committee in Vancouver recommended that she speak to a school in an institution that hosted children with special needs.

The local community talked about a brave girl who lived her life as if she were never blind. The movement of her teachers has given her the lead to become a permanent teacher in a particular school, waiting for her evolution of other schools in Canada, to visit as soon as possible.

The news spread lightning, making the media to show a keen interest in the activities of the blind girl, urging other people in the same situation, to mobilize accordingly.

The paper fell into Vince's hands while he was looking at his own papers. The news made him think long and silently to recognize the power of the people who started without having it all, let alone vision. His reasoning interrupted the discreet strike in his dressing room. "Noelia," he stuttered awkwardly.

"Hey, Vince."

"How did you get here?"

"Wherever you are I am too," she told him in a humorous mood.

"You didn't come."

"I explained to you why I couldn't. But you never looked for me again. But now I'm here."

"I mean the one I told you about..." he coasted.

"Yes, Vince. I accept."

Without a second thought, the next day after the final tour, Vince and Noelia went back to Vancouver and arranged to get married in an Orthodox Church near his house.

A lot of journalists and fans lined up just beyond the church to wish and interview the newlyweds.

Lavinia watched him from the newspapers and television with the help of her siblings.