Larry Kaplan roared right into the next hit with a mighty piano riff. I blended right in with the bass and within seconds we were singing "Ain't That Peculiar" by Marvin Gaye. With every line Shavonne responded with a look of denial, as if to say she would never leave or deceive me. "Honey you do me wrong, but I'm still crazy about you. Stay away too long and I can't do without you. Every chance you get you seem to hurt me more and more, but each hurt makes my love stronger than before. I know flowers go through rain, but how can love go through pain. Ain't that peculiar, a peculiar-arity. Aint that peculiar, peculiar as can be."
The more we sang to each other, the more it felt like we were making love from a few feet distance. I started to notice—the rest of the band had noticed for seve
