”Any requests for my next
song?” Al Jordan, a young musician, looked expectantly at the audience.
“Loving Arms!” Starsky heard himself say.
“Well, would you like to sing it with me?” Al asked.
“No, but he would.” Starsky beamed at Hutch.
”Don’t you dare!” Hutch hissed.
At last, Hutch surrendered. ”But not without you.” He pulled Starsky with him up to the stage.
With Hutch by his side, and that soft voice accompanying his, Starsky forgot his insecurity.
”If I could hold you now
Just for a moment
if I could really make you mine...”
They locked glances and smiled.