"Good morning, Principal Wayans."
"Good morning, Mr. Truman. I heard a lovely story about you this morning," the man said through his smile.
"Oh?" Gary asked cautiously.
"You played guitar at the visitation for our recently departed Mateo Lopez?"
"Oh! Yes, I happened to be working at the Funeral Home last night and... the opportunity presented itself." Gary didn't want to embarrass Mr. Fitzgerald about the technical malfunction.
"That was a deeply touching gesture and when I heard about it I was truly moved by your willingness to ease their pain with your music," the principal said.
Gary smiled and nodded wanting to get to class but he saw the principal wasn't finished.
"I was wondering if you would be willing to play a song for the school at this afternoon's assembly. We're going t
