I walked into the clean, airy classroom with a two small snare drums in hand. About 15 kids had signed up, so I had a lot more work to do. I set the drums down in a line and walked out.

"Hello, kids, I'm Dominic, but you can call me Dom or whatever you like, but nothing crude." I introduced myself as a small, slightly shaggy blonde kid walked in.

"Hey there." I said and continued on. "Today I'm going to be teaching you the basic, and I mean the very basics. There is a whole world to drumming, and I might never get there myself. So, let's begin with how to properly hold the sticks. There are two ways. Which one do you guys want you learn first?" I pulled out two signs, one with A, and one with B. This is quite lame, I thought. They picked and I showed them the traditional. As I checked around the same kid was already quietly tapping out a beat.

"Have you done this before?" I asked him.

"A little. My mum showed me some basic beats she learned." I smiled.

"What's your name?"

"James," he answered. This made me smile more.

"That's a good name. It's my middle name." He allowed me a small smile.

After everyone else had left the class, James lingered while I packed the few things I needed.

"What's up James? Have any questions?" He shook his head.

"No. But my mom gave me this for you." He handed me a hand written note that went like this:

Hello Dominic. Do you remember the Bizarre Festival in 2000? That was 12 years ago. I'm not sure if you remember me. I had met you after the gig. You were really nice and charming. So I followed you to a tent. We slept together. James is the product of that afternoon. I think you're still a good man. James needs his real father. Please contact me.


P.S. If you think I'm lying, look at him. Look at his eyes. You said mine were unforgettable.

"Well then," I said, but I was really thinking Oh, shit. Now what? I did look into his eyes. He had a little nervous smile on his face. Recognition hit me, almost making me reel.

"How do I contact her?" I say regaining my composure.

"There's our phone number on the back. Please call her," he added. I gulped. This seemed to be real. I didn't know what to do.

"I'll certainly consider it," I said. James left the room.