Gay Devotion

Gay Devotion Chapter six

Tony Simpson sought out Mark in the campus cafeteria at lunchtime on the Monday following the assault. He was concerned about his injury and recovery. They talked about the opera and Andy's impact. He was thrilled by the season's success claiming it to be one of the best.

"Do you get a bad time being gay?" he asked. "That was a vicious attack, how did that guy know?"

"I have no idea, I guess he jumped to the usual presumption that people in the arts are gay. Do you get a hard time?"

"I did at school but not here."

They talked about people's attitudes until Mark had to leave for lectures.

Every day Tony would find Mark to have lunch with him. Mark was finding him a pest and tried to avoid him. He told Andy about it.

"He is probably lonely so why don't we invite him home."

Mark reluctantly agreed and next day suggested to Tony that he might like to visit on Sunday afternoon. He enthusiastically accepted the invitation. They found Tony to be a very entertaining visitor keeping them amused with his anecdotes of opera production crises and dramas. It was a warm day and Andy offered him a swim in the pool, this he quickly accepted. Tony was the first to strip and Mark could see that he was very well endowed. A low hung scrotum with large balls and an 8 inch uncut cock held his attention. A light cover of chest hair with a line down his stomach to a thick bush was most attractive. He dived into the pool followed by Andy and Tony. Tony swam several lengths before resting at the edge to watch the others. Mark joined him. As they talked, Tony came closer then suddenly grabbed Mark's cock. Mark swam away and continued to swim lengths until he grew tired. He rested leaning on the rail, his head on his folded arms. He tensed as arms encircled him from behind and a body pressed against him. He turned to find Tony. Immediately Tony kissed him passionately. Mark sank below the water, breaking the embrace, then swam to the other side of the pool.

"Time for drinks," called Andy as he placed a tray on a table, Mark climbed out followed by Tony who was fully erect. As Andy handed each of them a can of Coke, Mark noticed that he was unusually quiet. After another swim, Tony left.

Mark realised something was wrong when Andy contributed very little during dinner and the evening. He was already for bed when Andy entered. He showered and sat on the bed. Mark sat on the bed beside him.

"You are upset about something, you have hardly spoken to me since this afternoon. We share our problems so tell me what's wrong."

Andy did not reply.

"Come on." Mark was impatient.

"You ought to know. I have good reason to believe that you are a two timer."

"What!" Mark could not believe what he had heard. "How the hell can you believe that. No way, is there anyone else." A wave of anger was quickly followed by amazement. "Come on, what causes you to believe that."

"I know that you and Tony have been meeting every lunchtime and this afternoon I saw him passionately kiss you. What else can I believe?"

"Did you not see me escape from his clutches. I immediately dropped to the bottom of the pool and swam away. He means nothing to me. I have never encouraged him. Oh Andy how can you believe that I am unfaithful?" Mark's eyes filled with tears. "There is no one else, there never will be another, you are my whole life." He silently wept, stood, and went to his side of the bed. Andy quickly followed him, grabbed him and passionately kissed him.

"Forgive my jealousy, I dread losing you. Anyone who desires you is my enemy. Oh God you are so precious, I desperately love you and the thought that you might not love me, destroys me." He held Mark close. "I realise that I have been stupid, I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?"

Mark looked up at him, his face a picture of misery. "What hurts me so much is that you could believe that I could be so despicable. Can't you believe that I love you totally."

"I am insecure, I am frightened of losing you, of losing the one person who is more important than anything else in my life."

"There is no need to be afraid for you are the only one I will ever love." He drew Andy close and kissed his lips.

"We are stronger because of this misunderstanding. Let us think more of cementing our devotion, not destroying it."

Andy hugged Mark. "You are right and it is in your arms that I want to sleep tonight."

Andy frequently showed his love for Mark, endeavouring to recover his trust. Andy's accusation and doubts had been a shock to Mark and they continued to worry him. He could not concentrate on the text he was reading in the library. He put it aside, took a blank sheet of paper and began to compose a poem. Everlasting Love evolved.

Everlasting Love

Fear not dear friend my love is true faltering not when doubted. Though youth may fade and hair grow grey constant will it 'ere remain.

Testing times it can't avoid Beloved one leave me not, others try it to destroy, Never can you be forgot stronger still will it then grow Forever always to recall forever firm for you alone. You are my light, my life, my all.

During the evening he typed it out on his computer and put a printed copy in Andy's text book. They were studying in the sitting room when Andy found the poem. He read it several times then stood behind Mark and put his arms around him. When he looked up he kissed him.

"It's beautiful. I know every word is true and I will never forget." He read it again. "It would make a wonderful song if I could find the right composer."

In bed that night Andy made love to Mark. His kisses and caresses never seemed to end.

"You are turning me on," said Mark.

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all, but it is the emotion rather than sex that I feel, an overwhelming love for you." Mark kissed him. "Never leave me, it would destroy me."

Andy kissed him. "I will never leave you. I believe you feel the same way about me." He cradled him in his arms. "God how I love you."

They accompanied Celia and Philip to the airport to bid them farewell. It was a frequent experience for Andy, but Mark felt quite sad. His eyes filled with tears as he kissed Celia and hugged Philip. "Come back soon, I will miss you," he said. As they drove home he was very quiet.

"I can see you are quite attached to my parents. I used to get upset, now it is you who will miss them. If you were departing it would be me who would be upset. You will get used to it, I had to."

Next day Andy approached Julia and gave her the poem to read. "This is very emotional, really quite moving. Do I know the author?" she asked.

"You do and it is the result of a misunderstanding."

"Oh, I see."

"Do you think Jerry would be interested in setting it to music?"

"I will ask him, leave it with me." Julia put the poem in her brief case.

That night, Jerry phoned Andy. He liked the poem saying it strongly moved him and he would like to try to put it to music that would reflect the strong emotions it generated. Andy told him his other compositions indicated that he felt he could and he looked forward to his composition.

On Saturday morning Julia phoned Andy. She was quite excited.

"Jerry has written one of the most beautiful tunes that I have ever heard. I am not saying this because he is my brother, I really mean it. He has caught the sentiments and expressed the mood most sympathetically."

He was pleased to hear her enthusiasm and wondered when he could hear it.

"Jerry is keen to show it to you. Are you free this afternoon?"

Andy said he was and Julia said that she would bring Jerry. Mark was keen to hear it for he knew that Julia was seldom enthusiastic about anything and therefore it must be good.

They arrived soon after lunch. Jerry was obviously nervous and waited for Andy to ask for the music. He handed the score to Mark. It had been transcribed onto a computer and printed. For several minutes Mark read it then quietly began the introduction. It was in a minor key, a plaintiff melody reflecting a yearning, a desperate longing. There were moments of hope reflected in odd changes of tempo, with the song ending with statements of convictions through a crescendo. Mark felt it was well suited to Andy's voice. He played it again, this time more confidently. Andy stood behind him carefully following each bar, then he began to sing as he picked up the tune. They repeated it several times until they were both were confident that they had mastered it. Andy clarified the phrasing, adding toning and expressive interpretation. It was beginning to be a beautiful rendition.

"I like it. Your music is truly beautiful. This conveys the emotions of the lyrics," said Andy. "It is excellent."

Mark was still looking hard at the score, trying alternative base notes and chords. He called Jerry over and they discussed some minor changes. Mark looked at Jerry.

"You really are a very good composer, your music is worthy of a wider audience."

"Would you mind if I showed this to my Professor?" said Andy, " I would also like to show him Could this be me. Which I also think is great."

Jerry had no objections and was even keen to get the opinion of an independent authority. Andy went into the study and ran off several photocopies returning the original to Jerry.

At the end of the lecture on the Monday, Andy asked his professor if he though some new compositions he had were worth performing. He said he would look at them if he would leave them with him. The next day the Professor stopped Andy as he was leaving the lecture room.

"I am very impressed by those songs," he said, "so is the Professor of Composition. He particularly liked Everlasting Love, so much so that he would like to use it as a class exercise. He wants to use it as part of the final examination, with the students orchestrating it. It will comprise 60% of the final grade."

Andy was not sure that he had heard the request correctly, and on being reassured the request was true, he said he would get the composers agreement. He found Julia and told her. She was amazed. Andy said he would phone Jerry that night. Jerry was delighted and did not hesitate to agree.

It was only two weeks before the term ended and the prospect of final exams meant Andy and Mark were studying hard. Music and practises were no longer priorities. The exams followed immediately and the tension was affecting them both. Tempers were short and interruptions were not tolerated. Both were glad when they had sat the last exam. A huge feeling of relief that night changed their moods.

"Do you feel like me?" asked Andy. "I am desperate for hot sex. I have been celibate for far too long and I am as randy as a stallion on heat."

Mark acted like a nervous novice as he protested that he was a virgin not wanting to be molested. Andy got into the act as the seducer and began to strip protesting Mark. He was soon helpless laughing from Andy's tickles and tricks. The struggle quickly became mutual foreplay, more making love, stimulating sensitive zones and encouraging responses. As always Andy was enraptured by Mark's hairy body and was immersed in it's sensuous feel. For Mark it was the warmth and aroma of Andy that made him rapturous. With legs entwined and with arms and hands searching for intimacy, they became engulfed in each other's physical being. Orgasm followed orgasm until cum coated their stomachs, genitals and thighs. Though exhausted, they continued to convey their affection with gentle caresses. They were not interested in dinner and continued making love until morning

"Shall we invite Jerry, Julia and Aaron out for a meal at Le Bistro, the end of he exams justifies a celebration?" asked Andy.

Mark agreed so Andy called Julia and got her and Jerry's acceptance. She said Aaron had stayed the night and she would get him. He was also keen, so Saturday night was agreed.

Now that there was no need to study, Andy and Mark returned to practises. Their tutors were insisting that they work hard to return to their previous high standard. Mark was developing a comprehensive portfolio of popular piano classics, many suitable for 'fill ins' at Andy's recitals. Mark persuaded Andy to go jogging with him to get regular exercise and to spend more time in the gym. Soon they were feeling the benefit and their physique was looking good, adding further to their attractiveness.

Leonardo, warmly welcomed Andy and Mark and their party at Le Bistro. He had attended Rigolleto and was still enthused by Andy's performance. Mark noticed as the maitre d' escorted them to their table, several of the diners recognised Andy and pointed him out to their friends. A place had been prepared for Jerry's wheelchair beside which Aaron sat, Julia sat between Mark and Andy. They were in high spirits relieved now that the exams were over, and determined to enjoy the evening. Mark invited Julia to dance. He saw Aaron and Andy dancing unconcerned by the amused looks of several patrons. Mark and Julia returned to the table to find Leonardo and a stranger talking to Jerry.

Leonardo said to Mark "this is Mr Robinson who tells me many of the diners have recognised Andrew and he has asked me to ask Andy if he would sing his Rigoletto arias. Do you think he would?"

"He might, he is very relaxed tonight. Here he comes, ask him."

Leonardo repeated his request. Mark was convinced it was the wine that facilitated his agreeing."

"For you Leonardo I will sing," he said swaying on his feet, "but on one condition, that Julia joins me, ok Julia?"

Julia looked embarrassed. "Don't worry Gilda, Mark has been through those arias hundreds of times, he'll help, ok Mark?"

Mark looked at Andy. "Ok, at the end of the meal, and no more liquor." He turned to Leonardo and Mr Robinson. "Julia is also an opera student and had to learn one of Gilda's arias. I have been their accompanist. She is good."

"Will you sing too Julia?" asked Leonardo.

She looked at Mark. "We haven't any music how will you manage?"

"No problem, Andy is right I wont need it."

"Then it is agreed," said Andy. "After the sweets, in about an hour."

Mr Robinson effusively expressed his thanks. Leonardo smiled at Andy. "I knew I could depend on you."

Andy seemed to sober up as they decided on the sequence of the arias.

"As in the opera", said Julia. "Andy, then me, then Andy."

"And shall we finish with 'Time to say goodbye' as a duet," asked Andy.

Now that would be a great finale," said Jerry.

Mark did not expect Leonardo to appear so soon but the hour had passed. Julia, Andy and Mark followed him to the dais. Leonardo introduced them, telling the diners that at the request of many of them, they had agreed to sing their Rigolleto arias. He told them also of Julia's involvement.

Mark began the introduction to Questa o quella. Andy's rendition had the audience spellbound, very much appreciating his acting his role as much as his singing. Julia's Caro nome was also well received and given a great ovation. La donna e mobile from Andy was enthusiastically applauded. The diners were loath to let them go. One of them asked them if they would sing some Puccini. "Shall we sing them Boheme, your tiny hand is frozen followed by Julia singing my name is Mimi and ending with the duet O souve fanciulla?. Julia was not easily persuaded but Mark encouraged her. Their rendition was a hit and before the applause ended, Mark began the introduction to Time to say goodbye. Andy took the first verse, Julia the second and together they sang the final chorus. That really impressed the audience who gave them a great ovation.

They had no sooner returned to their seats when they were approached by a smartly dressed gentleman. "I hope you don't mind my intruding but I have to thank you for that wonderful singing. I heard you at the opera and you are consistently the best. I would like others to hear that extraordinary voice and ask you whether you would consider singing to members of a business men's club at one of their monthly dinners. It is the GAP, the Gay Association of Professionals. My name is Brian Matthew's."

Mark looked at Andy trying hard not to show his amusement. Andy was very serious as he replied. "I am sure my partner and I would be pleased to, at a convenient time. I believe Paul Jensen belongs to the Association, do you know him.

"I do, very well, he is a friend of mine."

"Well I am his godson. He is a close friend of my father. Yes I would like to sing for the members. I guess we also are family Mr Matthew's."

Brian Matthew's smiled. "Well you will be made most welcome, also your partner. I will be in touch."

"Well well, the fan club grows larger," said Aaron.

"It looks like it, not that I want popularity that means more work. I am a student trying to complete a degree. That is my priority. "Andy replied.

"I wonder if Paul has suggested your help for GAP. He's very proud of his godson and what better way to introduce him to his friends," said Mark.

"No matter, I'm here to enjoy myself tonight so drink up." Said Andy

Mark drank only fruit juice and drove the others home. Aaron was staying with Jerry so he dropped them off with Julia before returning home. Andy was hardly awake so Mark undressed him and got him into bed. He awoke late with a sore head. Mark was already at the piano.

They talked about the request to sing at the GAP dinner and decided to accept the invitation. When Brian Matthew's phoned, Andy gave him their decision then asked what kind of sings would be preferred.. He told him light classics and popular numbers but he would leave the choice to him. When Andy told Mark he said, "well that allows you to sing what you like and I know that your choice will be good. So what are your favourites. They spent some time looking through the piles of sheet music but did not find anything suitable.

"They should be well known. Now I have hidden away my popular favourites "

"So why do we have a problem, are they gay porn?"

Andy snorted "No, not quite classics. Here they are.". He handed Mark the scores of Andrew Lloyd Webber's Memories, The music of the night, Wishing you were somehow here again and Love changes everything. He also had Killing me softly with your song and Have I told you lately that I love you.

"A good programme" said Mark.

"I would also like to include Jerry's Everlasting Love and Could this be me. And end with Time to say goodbye. We should divide them into two brackets.

Brian Matthews was waiting for Andy and Mark in the foyer of the James Cook Hotel. He took them to the conference rooms where the GAP dinner was being held. The members were being severed drinks as they chatted prior to dinner. Paul saw them arrive and came forward.

"Paul has offered to host you and introduce you to members," said Brian. They each took a glass of wine from the salver offered them.

"I have my suspicions that you are involved in this invitation to sing tonight," said Andy to Paul.

"Well maybe, but so many members have already heard you that the suggestion was strongly supported." They were walking towards a middle aged man. "This is our President Kelvin Farnham," said Paul. As he saw them approaching he walked towards them with an outstretched hand.

"Mr. Turner and Mr. Wilson welcome. Thank you for agreeing to contribute to our dinner tonight. I know we can expect a very enjoyable recital," he said.

Paul introduced them to many of the members. Andy's reputation was known to many of them and some wanted to talk about the opera. The President announced that dinner was being served and the members drifted into the neighbouring dining room with it's large circular tables. Paul guided them to the one at the top of the room. Nearby there was a dais on which was a grand piano. Kelvin was already seated along with two good looking men in their late twenties. They rose as they approached. He introduced them as Hans and Olaf. Hans was very fair with long wavy hair. Olaf was dark with curly hair. Mark sat between them and Andy between Paul and Kelvin.

"I thought you might like to meet Hans and Olaf as they are in the recording business." Kelvin said.

They had both been to the opera and, like the others, wanted to discuss it.

"It was clear that you had practised hard to be ready so soon," said Hans to Andy.

"How right you are. We had less than a week to be ready. Thanks to Mark who insisted that we work on it every hour to be word and note perfect, I made it."

"Mark must be a taskmaster, he would have sacrificed a lot of his time too."

"Very much so, but then he is special, he is my partner."

"How long have you been together?" asked Olaf.

"About 8 months, we met at varsity's Gay Student's Club and Mark moved in with me 6 months ago."

Turning to Olaf, Kelvin said, "I expect you two have been together much longer."

"Very much longer, about 10 years. We also met at University in Amsterdam," said Olaf.

"What attracted you?" asked Paul.

Hans looked at Olaf and laughed. "Oh it was Olaf's hairy body. I always wanted a real live teddy bear."

Andy smiled. "That's also why I found Mark so attractive at first, now there are more reasons."

"Another teddy bear?" asked Olaf.

"Very much so," Andy replied.

"He is also quite a teddy," said Mark, "but it is the music that cements our relationship more."

"How are you involved?" asked Hans.

"I am Andy's accompanist at his recitals and help him practise. That is why I am here tonight. Together we chose appropriate songs for this occasion. It was not easy for this gathering. They are well known popular numbers, no classics and no opera."

"That's a pity said Kelvin. I don't think your audience will allow you to not give us one."

It was a delicious meal but Andy would only eat small helpings before singing. The first bracket of songs was the Lloyd Webber numbers. These were enthusiastically received especially Wishing you were somehow here again.

When they returned to their table, Paul told Andy Hans and Olaf were very impressed. Kelvin wanted to hear more about the gay scene at varsity and about the Club. "We would like gay students to realise that there is support for them in the community and that this Association is available to help them after graduation."

"Why not have an open night, a garden party, or visits by invitation to member's Companies or organisations. Sharing experiences would be a great help," said Mark.

"That's a great idea," said Kelvin. "Thank you, I will put it to the committee."

The second bracket of songs followed the sweets. Again most were familiar but when Andy sang Jerry's compositions many were deeply touched. They got a great ovation. As Kelvin had warned, one member asked for an aria.

"Shall we give them Your tiny hand is frozen? Asked Andy. Mark smiled and took the score of La Boheme from his case. "I'm always prepared," he said with a grin. It was well received Then Mark began the introduction to Time to say goodbye. Andy gave it his best for like his mother he was very fond of this song, There was a clear indication of it's impact.

When they returned to their table they noticed Olaf was very quiet. Then he said, "That is one of the finest tenors I have heard for many a day. I liked your interpretation of the song Killing me softly. It's interpretation was different, even more haunting, it was really good. There were two I have never heard before. The melody of Everlasting Love was quite lovely, hauntingly beautiful. Who is the composer? Have I heard of him or her?"

"No, he is a young friend. Could that be me was also his."

"I thought so, it was also very good. I would like to hear more of his work."

Andy told him about the Professor's interest and that it was being orchestrated.

"I really would like to meet your friend and hear more of his compositions. What is his name? Could you bring him to visit us next Saturday afternoon?"

"Can I phone you after contacting Jerry, Jeremy Weston. I'm sure he will be keen to meet you. He will want to have his friend Aaron with him. He is a double amputee in a wheelchair."

"Sure, we would be pleased to see you all, say at about 2." He gave Andy his card

Mark and Andy very much enjoyed the evening with many of the members expressing their appreciation of their performance. Paul knew most of them so they spent a lot of time with some of them. It was late when the arrived home.

The next morning Andy phoned Jerry and told him about the impact of his songs and the invitation. Everlasting Love really did make a strong impression, several asked me about it. Now don't forget to bring more of your songs with you."

Jerry did not hesitate to accept the invitation and said he would contact Aaron. Later that morning Mark answered a call from Paul.

"You made quite an impression last night. Kelvin was very clever having you dine with Olaf and Hans, they are very influential in the music promotion business."

Mark told him they were visiting them with Jerry on Saturday. "They are delightful hosts with a magnificent home, be sure to return the hospitality. When are we going to see you again, soon I hope." Mark promised that they would visit soon.

They called for Jerry and Aaron in the BMW for the boot held the wheelchair more easily. It was a large two story house set in spacious grounds, approached by a circular drive. Mark pulled into a parking area. Hans bade them welcome and showed Aaron a side door where there fewer steps for the wheelchair. They crossed a large hall decorated with several bronzes of naked male figures, into a spacious lounge with a grand piano. The room was elegantly decorated and featured several modern sculptures. The furniture was all of Danish design and the stereo system was also B & O. Olaf appeared dressed in a form fitting sleeveless jerkin and brief shorts. His dark hairy chest arms and legs made Andy gulp. He noticed that though dressed more casually, Hans was more covered, but they were both well endowed.

They were all warmly welcomed and encouraged their guests to talk about themselves. Afterwards Mark realised that they had disclosed quite a lot about their interests and ambitions.

"Since the GAP dinner, I have been in touch with the Professor of composition," said Olaf. "and he told me that he has received some excellent orchestrations for Everlasting Love He intends to have the college orchestra play the best of them and Hans and I are invited to hear them. If we think it is good enough, we would like you, Andy, to provide the vocal when we will record it. We would like to test the market. The melody is most appealing and we think there are listeners who will find it most attractive. Would you agree to participate?"

The look of amazement on Jerry's face made Andy laugh. "I told you it was good."

"I think so too," said Hans to Jerry. "If you have more songs like that one, you could become one of this country's best composers."

"I have brought others with me. Some Mark and Andy have tried, made some adjustments and think they are not too bad. Are you interested in them?"

Hans looked at Olaf. "Yes we are," said Olaf. Jerry handed Mark some scores. Andy looked over his shoulder as he flicked through them.

"Shall we try Dark clouds disappear," said Andy placing the score on the piano. This was a song reflecting the despair of a lonely man that is transformed when he falls in love. The theme changed from a slow melody with dark tones to a bright joy rising to a higher key. Andy expressed the emotions most effectively as he sang. Hans was most impressed.

"Of course it is the singer who gives it life, and Andy's voice is full of emotion, quite skilled at expressing moods. That's what makes a great artist," said Olaf.

"And of course it sells discs," added Hans.

Andy sang several of Jerry's songs with most of them being well received by Hans and Olaf. "Andy sings them well and if Everlasting Love is well received by the market, we will consider producing an album of your songs Jerry. Of course it's success would be more certain if Andy was better known."

"All this is premature," said Jerry. "I go to University next year to read for a music degree and Andy and Mark still have two years to complete theirs. "

"Not necessarily," said Hans. "These songs are good enough for a trial and Andy is beginning to be recognised. Radio broadcasts and public exposure will help, and I hear that this is already happening."

Olaf entered wheeling a tea trolley. "Time to relax, who will have tea and who's for coffee?"

During refreshments Hans asked Andy how long he had known Paul.

"All my life, he is my god father and a close friend of my father."

"Do you know that he is the major shareholder in our recording company? He asked us to dine with you."

Mark interrupted. "Are you suggesting it was a set up to promote Andy?" He sounded angry.

"Not at all," said Olaf. "We wanted to meet Andy, we had heard him at the opera."

Andy quietly interrupted. "I have no promotional ambitions at present. I am too busy with two more years of study, then probably attending the London Opera School. It is Jerry who will benefit from anything you might do. If his work is good it will sell. I like his songs and will sing them on appropriate occasions. It is over to you to find out whether they will sell. Paul's involvement is your concern, not mine, his motives are of no interest to Mark and me. We don't expect you to treat us differently from other new artists.

Hans and Olaf were silent for a few minutes then Olaf said,

"I like you guys, you are straight shooters and I would like to see more of you."

"So do I," said Hans.

"Then come for dinner next Saturday. My parents are overseas at present but Mark and I can make you very welcome."

Hans looked at Olaf. "We would like to, thank you."

"We dine at about 7 so come at 6," said Andy.

They left soon after.

The pounding on the front door awoke Mark. He looked at the radio clock to see that it was 1.30 am. Andy was fast asleep. He got up, took a bathrobe from the closet and quickly went down stairs while switching on the hall lights. He opened the door to see two police officers.

"Mr. Wilson?"

"No, I am Mark Turner, I will get him for you. Come in, it's warmer."

He showed them into the sitting room. Andy was standing at the top of the stairs. He told him that a policeman and police woman wanted to speak to him. "Why at this time of night," he asked as he more tightly tied his bath robe about him. They entered the sitting room.

"I am Andrew Wilson, how can I help you?"

"Andrew Wilson, son of Celia and Philip Wilson?" asked the policeman.

"That's right." Andy sat down as did the police officers. Mark continued to stand.

"I am sorry to disturb you at this hour but we have to inform you of certain events before they are reported in the morning papers." Mark sat beside Andy. "Your parents were on a flight from Belgrade to London, as the plane was taking off, there was an explosion which destroyed the plane It is believed it was a bomb planted by Serbian rebels. There were no survivors. I am sorry to tell you that your parents were among those killed."

Andy went white, his expression was first of disbelief, then dismay, then again disbelief.

"Are you sure? Could there be a mistake?"

"Quite sure, there was documentation on their bodies."

Andy looked aghast, his hands clutched at his robe. He looked bewildered then devastated. He began to shake. Mark put his arm around him and held his hand.

"Can I make coffee?" asked the police woman. "Andrew is in shock."

"What arrangements are being made to bring the bodies back to New Zealand," asked Mark.

"The New Zealand High Commission will fly them home. If you will give the name of the funeral director, we will arrange to have them collected."

"A close friend is Paul Jensen, he is also on of the director's of Philip's company, he will want to be closely involved.

Andrew gave a long pitiful moan. "My God, not my mum and dad." Mark held him and began to cry.

"Forgive me, but they were as parents to me too."

The police woman came in with mugs of coffee which she handed to each of them. Andrew sipped his silently.

"Is there any other family?" asked the policeman.

"None, I am Andy's partner. Paul is his godfather. We are all he has."

"He is going to need a lot of support. We really are sorry to bring you this news."

Mark stood. "Stay a moment while I make a phone call," he said. He pressed the automatic dialling on the cordless phone and waited a long time before Paul answered.

"I am sorry to have to disturb you at this hour but I have terrible news. The police are here to tell us that Celia and Philip have been killed. The plane they were in exploded during take off." He heard a gasp.

"No, it can't be true."

Mark continued. "Andy is in shock and will need a lot of support. I have given your name to the police and they are likely to call you."

"This is terrible," said Paul. "Can we stay until you and Andrew are settled again?"

"Sure Andy is too shocked to be able to make decisions."

"Then Peter and I will see you later this morning."

The police woman was sitting next to Andy when Mark returned.

"Paul Jensen is coming to stay with us. Phone here if you want to speak to him."

Mark took Andy back to bed. He was in a daze. He held him close. Then, as if a plug had been released, he cried devastated by grief. His tears flowed unrestrained and they continued until he was exhausted, when he slept. Mark did not sleep and rose early, showered and went down to the kitchen. Elizabeth had already arrived. He gave her the news. She was horrified and very upset.

News of the explosion was reported in the morning paper, naming Celia and Philip among the dead. The phone rang incessantly. "I don't want this, shall I disconnect the phone? He asked Elizabeth.

"Leave it to me", she replied. Mark returned to Andy. He was still asleep. Mark stripped, climbed into bed and held Andy.

"Tell me it is not true," he said.

Mark did not reply, only held him close and kissed him.

"Paul and Peter will be here this morning."

Andy began to quietly cry. Mark too was feeling very low and cried with him. He tried to console Andy but he too needed consoling.

It was after lunch that Andy got out of bed. "We have to face the world. It wont be easy but together we will get through these terrible days," he said. They showered and came down to find Paul and Peter in the sitting room. They both hugged Andy and Mark. Andy hardly spoke and Mark found it difficult concentrating on what Paul was saying. Elizabeth brought in coffee with a plate of sandwiches.

"The police called," said Paul, "Celia and Philip are to be flown home tomorrow. I have arranged for a funeral director to meet them and to arrange the funeral. We will talk about that when Andrew feels ready."

Andy looked up. "I do appreciate your help Paul and would like to attend to those arrangements."

"Sure, and there will still be some decisions that you will want to make."

The next morning Andy was feeling better even though at times he was deeply depressed. The funeral director arrived during the morning and after expressing his condolences, he began to ask questions about the funeral arrangements. Andy answered,

"I want my parents to be brought home and be placed in the lounge until the service." He looked at Paul who nodded his agreement. "They were members of St. Andrews on the Terrace, although they seldom attended church. I used to attend the Rainbow services for gays and lesbians and I would like the service to be there."

"Would you like the minister to discuss the service details with you?"

Andy said he would.

"I understand their wills indicate they want to be cremated," said Paul.

Andy nodded and began to weep. Mark held him close. His sobbing increased so he took him into the music room and they sat on a settee. Mark then went to the piano and began to quietly play a Chopin etude. Andy came over and hugged him.

"This is proving difficult for us both. Thank God we have each other; I need you."

"And I need you," Mark replied.

There was a knock on the door and Paul came in.

"Mark your father is on the phone. He has heard about the tragedy on Radio NZ Morning Report."

Mark went to the phone, his father and mother were quite upset. They offered to stay, to help in any way. Mark reassured them that they were well supported by Paul and Peter, but he would like them to stay following the funeral. He returned to Paul and Andy.

"I know that I have a big job to do," said Andy. "There is going to be a lot of visitors. I'll cope with both of you to help me Bear with me, for I feel ghastly."

"Good on you mate," said Paul, "I know you can and Mark and I will be right beside you."

The police told them that the bodies would arrive on Wednesday so they decided that the funeral service would be held on the Friday afternoon. Julia, Jerry and Aaron called late afternoon very upset, which did not help Andy, but they did not stay long. A stream of visitors came next day, Ralph and Gordon, Leonardo, Mario, and Andy's professor. He told him that the University choir would like to contribute at the service and he would like to call him about it. Andy thanked him and accepted the offer. The minister from St. Andrews called next morning. As he knew Andy's parents, he was also upset by the news. They chose hymns and music which they knew were favourites of his parents. They included Be still my soul to the tune Finlandia.

"I would like to sing my own farewell," said Andy. I want to sing Time to say goodbye.

"Would you like to sing part of it as a duet with Julia in case it is too much for you?" asked Mark.

After thinking about it Andy agreed and said he would phone her. He told the minister the University choir was contributing and that he would give him the details later. Paul said he would like to provide the eulogy as a close friend and a fellow director.

"I knew them so well," said the minister, "so it will be a very meaningful celebration of two wonderful people. Andrew, there is a lot of people out there with a lot of love for you. Be brave and rejoice for the love your parents have given you

The funeral director arrived with the bodies on Wednesday morning. In the lounge he erected two biers side by side on which he placed the caskets.

"Do you want to see your parents?" he asked. "They have been severely disfigured but we have made them very presentable."

"I do, no matter how much damage they have suffered."

The director unscrewed the lids and leant them against the wall. He folded back the white satin cloth over their faces. Andy stepped forward, Mark beside him. His mother looked quite beautiful, quite young. There was a sob from Andy as he leant over the casket and kissed her. His father also looked younger, very much like his son. Andy kissed him. He stood looking at them.

"Leave me, I want to be alone," he said.

Mark was the last to leave. He saw Andy weeping and tried hard to restrain his own tears. He left Paul with the director and went into the music room where he broke down completely. He felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Paul. He did not say anything as Mark turned to him weeping. He clung to him.

"Why should it happen to them? How cruel God can be?" said Mark.

"Andy will be thinking that also. He will feel forsaken apart from you. You are now terribly important to him, more so now. He has been in there an hour, go to him."

Mark dried his eyes and went into the lounge. Andy was sitting in a chair staring at the caskets. Mark put his arms around him and held him. Andy leant against him

"I've been saying goodbye. They look so lovely and are leaving me with a beautiful memory."

"May I say goodbye too,? asked Mark. Andy nodded. He looked at each then leant over the caskets and kissed them both on the forehead. He returned to Andy and put his arm around his waist. "Will you leave the caskets open?"

"Yes. I also want mother's favourite flowers and music."

They went into the music room where the found CDs of Dvorak's 8th and 9th symphony, Faure's Pavan, and Beethoven's Emperor Concerto and placed them on the multi disc player. The beautiful Dvorak 8th filled the air. Andy turned on the speakers in the lounge.

It was a very subdued house in spite of Paul's bright spirit. Mark frequently found Andy sitting in the lounge alone. He would join him as would Paul at times. He knew that the death of Philip was a terrible loss for him and that Peter was supporting him. On Thursday Mark cleared with Julia that she was agreeable to help Andy with the duet. Paul had discussed pallbearers with Andy and contacted those chosen. All felt honoured. Andy agreed to his Professor's request that the choir sing a chorus from Faure's Requiem. At midday the funeral director arrived to place the lids back on the caskets. Andy found it difficult as he kissed his parents for the last time. He sat in the lounge weeping as they left. Mark's family had arrived that morning and his mother went in to him. She sat beside him, took his hand and squeezed it.

"Remember you are not alone. There are others who also love you very much. We can't replace your parents but enjoy those lovely memories of good times with them. There will be more good times once the hurt and loss lessens." She kissed him and left him alone.

St. Andrews church was filled to overflowing. Mark saw many members of he Gay Students Club, cast from the opera, and students and staff from the music department of the University. Paul sat on one side of Andy, Mark and Julia on the other. A large choir sat in the sanctuary, in front of which were the caskets, side by side. The choir opened the service with the modern hymn You are the new day, this was followed by the hymn Be still my soul . The reading was from Paul's letter to the Romans 1 : 13 read by John. Paul's eulogy surprised Mark, he had not known that Philip supported so many organisations with generous donations and often as a committee member. These included the Aids Foundation, National Opera, Chamber of Commerce and St. Andrews Church among others. He was very popular and had become a leader in industry. The minister, after his prayers, spoke of their involvement in St Andrews. It had been over many years, first Philip's parents followed by his membership of the Board of Management. The choir sang the Faure agnus dei from his Requiem, it was a fine performance.

There followed the dedication and committal and then the blessing. The minister stood aside as Andy rose and stood between the caskets. Mark went to the piano. He began to play the introduction to Con te partiro- Time to say goodbye. In a strong voice he sang the first verse "When I am alone I dream on the horizon and words fail. With confidence, but reflecting great sadness, he sang to his parents, but when he came to the chorus "time to say goodbye" he voice faltered. Julia joined him, but he recovered and confidently completed it. Julia took the second verse, and the chorus they sang as a duet with Andy repeating the final chorus alone. His eyes were streaming but his voice was firm. When the song ended, he went to the head of the caskets and kissed the plates on the lids, first his mother's then his father's. Mark joined him, wrapped his arm around him and led him back to his seat. The pallbearers stood on each side of the caskets. His father's were Paul, Peter, John and three directors. His mother's were Aaron, Ralph, Luke and three members of the Gay Students Club. As the caskets were carried slowly down the aisle, his father's first, Andy followed his mother's with Mark on one side of him, Julia on the other, each holding one of his hands. Andy stared straight ahead, his eyes filled with tears.

It had been decided that they would leave with the caskets and return home to await the arrival of those who accepted the invitation on the order of service to join him for refreshments. A large number of those who were at the service did accept and the caterers were kept very busy. Andy had recovered and soon relaxed as he talked to the many students and Club members that he knew. He appreciated the warm and support of the directors and their wives, from his Professors and his father's friends. The guests did not stay long but he had found hosting them very difficult. He appreciated the condolences expressed by everyone but their wish to recall their memories of his parents and events that they remembered was stressful, frequently he was unable to reply. So many regarded them highly and were themselves finding it difficult not to succumb to their own sense of loss. There were many tears and indications of their love for Andy. By the time they had left, Andy was very stressed. He went into the lounge and wept.

Andy and mark sat down to dinner with Mark's family. Ruth took charge of the kitchen and with Susan and Luke's help, served the previously prepared meal. Andy poured the wine.

"It was a very impressive service, very beautiful," said Peter.

"Thank you Paul for your excellent account of Celia's and Philip's life and contribution," said Andy. "I did not know how much they had been involved. I hope I will be able to do as much."

Andy soon after dinner pleaded weariness and asked to be excused. The others chatted in the sitting room. Mark did not stay long with them and soon joined Andy.

"You were a credit to your parents today. I knew you were suffering but your voice was in top form and your farewell was a wonderful experience for us all. Again your hosting the gathering after the service was great, everyone appreciated it. They all realise that you are devastated by the tragedy, but you were so brave." Mark hugged him. "Keep it up. It is going to be difficult getting back to a normal life, but we can do it. We are always going to miss Celia and Philip."

Andy hugged him. "No other guy could give me the love and support that you have. You are my Godsend."

"But you are the one I love," Mark replied. "Happiness is so fragile, we have to work at if we are to enjoy it. Your troubles are also mine, together we can overcome them."

Next morning Mark remembered that they had invited Hans and Olaf to dinner that night. He immediately phoned them.

"We were expecting a call from you," said Hans. "We are terribly sorry to hear about the death of Andy's parents."

"So you will appreciate why we would like to postpone the dinner until next Saturday. Would it suit you?"

"Sure, you will not want more visitors at present. Next Saturday is free so we will see you then."

The weekend was spent sharing memories of Celia and Philip with Mark's family. Paul had known Philip before he married and Andy learned a lot more from him about his father. He wondered whether he was bisexual and decided that one day he would ask Paul. Ruth comforted everyone and always seemed to be serving tea or coffee to the many callers. Luke spent most of his time in the gym and the pool. They returned to Feilding on Sunday afternoon after getting a promise that Andy and Mark would spend the weekend after next with them.

On Monday morning Philip's solicitor phoned to make sure it was convenient for him to call. He wanted to read Celia and Philip's wills. Andy knew that Paul was a trustee and would be present. When Mark said he would make himself scarce, Andy insisted that he also be present.

The solicitor was a dapper little man who looked and sounded very official.

"Your father was a very wealthy man Andrew, and as you will hear, that has been very much to your advantage." In a sonorous voice he read both documents, Philip's will being much longer than Celia's. The bulk of the estate was left to Andrew, Paul received a handsome legacy , substantial bequests went to the Aids Foundation, Gay Pride, the Opera Trust and St. Andrews Church. Elizabeth also received a liberal bequest. Mark was surprised that he had been left a portfolio of shares worth half a million. This and Andrew's investment were to be administered by Paul as trustee until they reached 25 years of age. It's prime use was to "promote their advancement".

"After tax, deduction of costs and bequests, Andrew has inherited an estate estimated to be worth 12 million," said the solicitor. "You will each receive copies of these wills and if you have any questions, please contact me." After about an hour, the solicitor left.

"Your father discussed his will with me," said Paul. I knew what he intended to do. He asked me to be trustee of your estates, not to restrict you, but to help both your careers to benefit, and to help you with your investments management. I don't believe either of you will want to fritter it away but neither do I think you are sufficiently experienced in financial management. I hope you will be by the time you are 25."

"I am embarrassed by Philip's generosity," said Mark. "No way did I expect this. When he gave me an allowance, that was difficult to accept, this is impossible."

"Well there is no way to refuse it," said Andy. "He talked it over with me and I knew how you felt about the allowance but it did not influence him. I am pleased he included you in his will and I would like you to accept his bequest."

Mark seemed to be irritated. "Well it wont make any difference. It's the guy I love, nothing else. I sometimes wish you were struggling like most students."

"So you would rather support me?" asked Andy.

"That's right."

"But why?"

"To show how much I love you."

"Don't be so adolescent," said Paul. "There is no need to prove it, it is obvious, why would you want to put your life at risk?"

"Life will continue as before, remember we did not see a lot of Celia and Philip. I often felt like an orphan and Peter and Paul were my Dad," said Andy.

"Well get on with your lives, everything had been taken care of and I am still Dad," Paul laughed, "even if I now have two sons."

Elizabeth announced lunch was ready. During the meal Paul told her about her bequest. She burst into tears and quickly went back to the kitchen.

Mark answered the phone during the afternoon. "You do not know me," said the caller, "I am Malcolm McPherson, a student majoring in composition. My orchestration of Everlasting Love has been played by the University orchestra and I have copies of the test tape which I thought you might like to hear.

"Rather," said Mark excitement in his voice, "when is it possible?"

"Well if it is convenient, right away."

Mark gave him their address and directions to help him find his way.

"I'll be with you within half an hour," he said.

Andy was also excited and warmly welcomed Malcolm. He was tall and thin with long straight hair and a bearded chin.

"I hope you like it. My favourite composer is Dvorak so I have used a lot of woodwinds. He gave the audio tape to Andy who inserted it into the tape deck. They sat in the easy chairs in the music room. The quiet serene opening developed into a flute rendition of the melody. The opening bars of the song were accompanied by an oboe. It was magical. The anxieties in the lyrics were reflected in the strings, the appeal by the horns and the crescendo of the final verse accentuated by the trumpets.

"God, it is magnificent," said Andy. There were tears in his eyes. "It is a very emotional poem and this is emotional music. You have made it a glorious expression of love." He rushed over to Malcolm and kissed him. He blushed, but his face lit up with joy.

"I'm, glad," he said, "I felt that emotion as I read the score, I could not leave it alone. I guess I was going through a bad patch at the time, my lover and I had just broken up and I felt like the author."

"A girlfriend?" asked Mark.

"No, a guy. We had been together for years. It still hurts terribly."

Andy looked at Mark, "It could have been a bonus."

Mark nodded. "If it speaks to Malcolm like that, how many more will get that message?"

"Do you know that I am to sing it and that it is to be recorded for general distribution?"

Malcolm gasped. "I never knew, is it that good?"

"We will know when the top brass of the recording company visits us next Saturday. We will keep you informed. Can we keep this tape?"

"Sure, and here is another for the composer. He will be even more interested in what I have done."

The next day, Aaron brought Jerry over to hear the tape. He was astounded by the beauty of the orchestration. "It just doesn't sound like my song," he said.

"Remember it is the backing, it is the soloist who has center stage and it doesn't compete with him, it only enhances his presentation," said Andy. "Mark and I have been practising and have superimposed my voice on a copy of Malcolm's tape."

Andy gave Jerry the tape from Malcolm. "This is the University orchestra's performance and that tape is yours. Now here is a copy of our tape for you."

"Play it Andy," said Mark, "it will show Jerry what you mean."

The sound was glorious. Andy's voice melded well with the orchestra, and for an amateur effort, it was quite effective. There were tears in Aaron and Jerry's eyes as they listened.

"No wonder Olaf was so impressed, I reckon it will make the top of the charts", said Aaron.

They left thrilled by what they had heard and with their precious tape.

It was a busy week especially because Andy decided to send thank you notes to everyone who had signed the Book of Remembrance. Each was a standard letter, each signed by Andy, but there were hundreds to be addressed. Mark and Paul helped him.

Hans and Olaf were casually dressed when they arrived just before 6. Mark noticed that they were impressed by Andy's home and asked many questions about it's decor.

"Now that it is ours, we can add many gay features as you have done," said Andy.

"It has taken many years to find really good pieces, don't hurry, be selective, they are to be found in the most unlikely places."

They accepted Andy's offer of a tour of the house. Olaf's eyes lit up when he saw the pool.

"He can't resist water. It is an excuse to flaunt his sexual attractions," said Hans.

"Well he is welcome to, but not before dinner." Andy replied.

"There you are, I told you these guys are players," Olaf said to Hans.

Andy looked at Mark, anxious that he had not given the wrong impression.

The dinner, with good wines accompanying each course, was very much enjoyed. Over coffee, Mark told them that he had a tape that he very much wanted them to hear. "It is the University orchestra playing Everlasting Love, would you like to hear it?" Olaf said they would and began to rise. "Sit still, it is on the tape deck." Mark pressed the remote control. The orchestra's performance had them enthralled. The skilful orchestration created such emotions that when the tape ended, Olaf and Hans were speechless. It is extraordinarily beautiful, quite enchanting..

"Now here it is with the voice. Remember it is an amateur production for we have superimposed Andy's voice. Mark again pressed the remote control. This time the orchestra echoed the emotions expressed by the singer. Andy had caught the moods effectively, his voice soared with the crescendo at the end.

"I don't believe it. It is incredible what the orchestra has done to the song. Whoever orchestrated it has done a brilliant job. No wonder the Professor was excited about it. Can I have these tapes. I know that they are not produced by a good technician but they will serve to whet the appetite of those who are financially backing us, " said Hans.

"Do you think it could make the charts?" Olaf. asked Hans.

"More than likely," he replied.

"Does the invitation to have a swim still stand?" asked Olaf.

"Sure," Andy replied, "there are towels in the cupboard beside the pool." He turned to Hans. "Would you like a swim too?"

"No I'll watch the dolphin , or should I say groper. If anyone else is in the pool with him, he can't leave them alone."

"In that case, I'll stay with you." Mark did not comment.

Olaf stripped and Mark heard Andy gasp as he saw his hairy torso. Like Mark, his back and shoulders, arms and legs were lightly covered by hair. He looked at Andy and could see that he was undecided.

"If you feel like a swim. Go ahead." He said.

"Are you sure you don't mind?" Andy asked. He stripped.

"He's got a great physique," said Hans.

"That's because we work out in the gym," Mark replied.

Olaf and Andy were swimming lengths of the pool. Suddenly Mark saw Olaf grab Andy and the pool became a battle ground as the one tried to avoid the other. First one then the other disappeared underwater, was upended, submerged and desperately wrestling to gain better purchase. Two heads appeared and Mark could see that Olaf was behind Andy, his arms tightly around him. Both were laughing and breathing heavily. Andy was fully erect and he was sure that Olaf was the same. Olaf let Andy go, he swam to the side.

"That was great Mark, I enjoyed that, specially Andy' struggle."

"I'm surprised he put up such a fight, he loves hairy men," Mark replied.

"If you two feel comfortable about group sex, let me know then he can enjoy my pelt."

Hans grinned. "It was not easy to accept once, but now I don't mind"

"You may think you are hairy, but wait until you have seen Mark, he is beautiful," said Andy as he dried himself.

"Let it be soon then," said Olaf.

Mark thought he heard Hans say "yes sir, soon."

A week later Andy had a call from his Professor, "Could he be available for a rehearsal of Everlasting Love with the orchestra. It was arranged for the following afternoon. He and Mark arrived to find Olaf with a recording technician. The microphones were already positioned and the orchestra ready for a recording.

"We must have a trial performance before we record," said the Prof.

"We have already adjusted the microphones for the orchestra, now it is your turn Andy."

Andy sang the song through with the orchestra. Mark saw the technician taking notes. Andy was asked to do so again. The technician signalled the conductor.

"It's sounding fine, this time it is a take"

"Relax Andy", said Olaf, "If it is a dud, we can always dub, but I prefer not to."

Mark gave Andy a 'you can do it' smile This time Andy thought about that time which prompted the poem and gave it his all. It was brilliant as his voice reflected his emotions. Both Olaf and the conductor knew it was a winner. When the conductor laid down his baton, the members of the orchestra applauded, some shouting bravo. The technician was smiling as he gave the success sign to Olaf.

"It's a take, we don't need another."

"Thank you everybody for all of your hard work," said Olaf. " I'm sure that you will all be well known throughout the land." He shook the conductor's hand. "Well done, it really is very good." He did the same to Andy. "I'll keep you informed," he said.

A week later Olaf phoned Andy. "Tonight the commercial radio link up has New Discoveries on it's programme and Everlasting Love is being featured. That will tell us if the disc is likely to be a goer. I'll let you know."

Mark phoned Jerry with the news. He was so excited he hardly made sense. They waited anxiously as the announcer flippantly introduced his new discoveries. "Now this one is interesting, tell me if you like it," he said. The familiar introduction filled the room followed by Andy's voice. Andy was tense as he listened to his phrasing and emotions swept along with the beautiful melody. When it ended the announcer was clearly affected. "Well that's my pick for tonight, but what's yours. Until next week, goodnight." They switched off the radio.

"Well now all we can do is wait for the impact."

The phone went, it was Jerry. "My God it was terrific," he said excited. "Andy was great. Mum and Dad found it hard to believe it was my music. Julia is in tears. I have so much to thank you for, whatever happens."

Next morning Hans phoned. "You wont believe it. Everlasting Love swamped the radio station switch board. We put some discs in the major outlets and they have sold out already. We are pressing 10000 discs to meet the demand. "

Mark could not believe Olaf's news. They hugged each other, whooped and screamed with delight. "Now watch the charts," he said. During the evening Hans arrived with three parcels of discs. One for each of them and one for Jerry. These are for you to give to your friends. They set aside copies for Mark's family and Paul. Mark called Malcolm.

"Did you hear the broadcast?" asked Andy. He had. When he told him about the response, he could not believe it. "Have you got any discs?" He hadn't. "Call tomorrow," said Andy, "you can have some of ours." He said he would in the afternoon.

Julia arrived in the afternoon with Jerry.

"How can we stay at home when you are making history," said Julia. "You guys are amazing, I never believed that Mark was also a poet."

"Mark laughed. "We never know what hidden talents we might have."

He saw Malcolm walking down the drive. "What good luck, here comes the guy who orchestrated your music. I believe you have not met him..

Andy was setting out wine glasses when Mark showed Malcolm into the sitting room. He took him over to Julia and Jerry and introduced him.

"This is the guy who orchestrated your music," he said to Jerry.

Jerry pulled Malcolm down and hugged him, then kissed him. "You have made my tune so beautiful, I will never be able to thank you enough."

"Then we must celebrate," said Andy as he poured the wine. As they drank they congratulated each other. Mark brought in his remaining discs and gave them to Malcolm

"We can get more, no problem, I'm sure you will want to give copies to your special friends."

"Your music is quite unique," said Malcolm to Jerry. I felt it's impact strongly and it made the orchestration easy. I would like to do more."

Andy had been listening. "It may be necessary. Another song, 'Could that be me' is being considered for recording and Olaf is very impressed by your orchestration."

"I finish my degree this year and will be looking for work so I hope he remembers me."

"If I am asked to sing, I will try to persuade him to give you that task.

Malcolm seemed loath to leave after Julia and Jerry had gone. They invited him to dinner.

"I hear you have just separated from your friend," said Andy. "How are you coping?"

"Not well. We were together for three years but he found another guy he liked more."

"So Everlasting Love was very meaningful for you. No wonder you produced such a great score."

Both Andy and Mark liked Malcolm and asked him to keep in touch. He promised to call again.

The popularity of Everlasting Love continued, with frequent requests for it to be broadcast. Sales continued to be high and it was top of the charts for 6 weeks. Australia also discovered it, then the USA and Europe with similar results. Every week Hans phoned Andy with the sales figures.

"It's incredible, we have never had a disc take off like this one before. At this rate you are heading for a gold disc."

"If I get it, I will have to have a party," said Andy.

"It will be our party," said Hans.

Two weeks later Hans was on the phone again. "The party is on, you have made the gold disc. Get ready for the hoop la of publicity. It's a wonderful promotion opportunity."

The first of the newspaper reporters arrived later that morning with a photographer. She only wanted to interview Andy until she learnt that Mark had written the lyrics. She had previously interviewed Jerry and had details of the disc's production.

"Is it true that you initiated the production with the support of your Professor?" she asked.

"That's right," said Andy.

She turned to Mark. "What prompted you to right such an emotional poem?"

"I was going through a difficult time," he replied.

"It is more a declaration of love."

"I suppose so."

"Problems with your girlfriend?"

"Not exactly."

"With his boyfriend, me," said Andy.

"Oh," she said not sure what the next question should be.

Andy continued. "We are partners and very much in love."

"So you are both gay?"

"We are, and I believe our sexuality very much contributed to it's success. Would you agree Mark?"

Mark said he did.

The reporter learnt that they were giving recitals, that Andy had been given a lead in Rigolleto and intended to pursue a musical career. During the interview, the photographer had been taking shots of them together and separately.

"Will there be any freebies?" Andy asked him. He grinned, "Do you want pin-ups for your fans? I'm sure I can send you the best, you already have a number of fans on our staff who will decide for you."

There were several more interviews, but none of them questioned them about their private life like the first.

"Are you angry with me for being so outspoken?" Andy asked Mark

"No, we are out and it will soon be common knowledge anyway. I'm sure the pink dollar will be interested and that will only boost our sales. I am sure that they will approve of the disclosure."

Andy's forthrightness and his comments on the influence of his sexuality on his performance hit the newspaper headlines. Immediately the gay press, both local and overseas, sent reporters for more interviews, and as promised by Mark, sales soared. At the end of the week, Hans phoned to report that a Platinum disc was in sight. Andy began to get requests to perform more often but he always declined. He was determined nothing would interrupt his studies and voice training..

At Olaf's request, Andy agreed to make an album of Jerry's songs, again backed by the University orchestra, again they were to be orchestrated by Malcolm. Malcolm and Jerry worked together on this for several months, during which time they often involved Mark and Andy. They included Everlasting Love on the album believing this would help to sell it. The other songs, including 'Could that be me', were all new. It took another 3 months to complete the recording for everyone insisted that it was to be a first class production. They did manage to get it into the shops before Christmas. Again the University was fully supportive, for Andy's single had handsomely rewarded it from the percentage of the royalties that it received.

The radio programme, Recent Discoveries, again launched the disc with similar results to that experienced from the first disc. Most of the songs were popular and increased Andy's reputation. Andy and Mark continued to reject requests for public performances even though they were now becoming even more insistent.

To be continued.

The author Stewart Ransom invites comments. E-mail address: nivision@manawatu.gen.nz