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.

Abbey

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.