After playing our gig and earning some well-deserved money, we headed over to Federichi’s, a restaurant located in NY’s little Italy.

“I hope he’s not late this time.” said John as he parallel parked the black sadan.
I nodded and stepped out of the car. John made sure it was locked before going inside, since we’d brought our violins with us. We walked up to the waitress standing just inside the entrance. “We’re looking for Mr. Thomas, madam.”
She nodded “Right this way gentlemen.”
We followed her to a table were we spotted Jude having at an enormous bowl of pasta. “Well, looks like he hasn’t changed one bit.” I said to John. He replied with a grin.
The waitress whispered something in Jude’s ear, and he looked up. “John! Adam! My good friends, have a seat, have yourselves a well-deserved seat.”
We sat, smiling as our old friend whiped his mouth of red sauce.
“It’s been too long my friends, but that’s not the only reason I called. I have a proposition for you.”