It was a cock-tease of a song that had me searching around for anything I could find of this unknown character that did the hook. Questions like who, what, where, why now...Brymo? I didn't get a lot of satisfactory answers but I knew that I wanted to hear more of that voice. A lot more.

This was an age of pleated blue and white check uniforms with brown moccasins and hair styles dictated by social prefects. He was 18; I was 14 going on 15.

I looked up to my favourite roof in the world and though tonight it carried less stars and more clouds than usual, it was still spectacular. He was with me.