I have just a few minutes to make a mark. You see my big brother promised that he could get us into the radio city hall. I am a bit in awe of him, as he has always looked out for me, and has never failed to do what he promises. But the guy on the door sounds grim, that is until my brother speaks. The guy taps my arm and tells Johnny when I hit the big time, he hopes that we will remember this day. Soon I am singing and playing my guitar. As usual Johnny makes a recording of me, I wonder if he will post the recording on YouTube. It’s frustrating that I can’t see it. But Johnny says perhaps one day the doctors will be able to restore my sight. But he does not promise that.