I remember sitting in auditorium and he was on the piano. At the time I was 23 Years old. I remember his smile, and how he looked at me. I know he was working, but it was late and everyone was just hanging around. He stared at me, like I was familar to him, I turned away and went into another room. It was all so strange.. In all, he did not seem that social, he was just Andre. He was not prepared for me, what I wanted to do to him, or what we could have been. I think it was two people passing by that never got a chance to say what we really wanted to say.