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RICHARD'S POV Another dull and gloomy day became a melancholic rainy evening in Berlin. I was driving to Black Box Music where we were supposed to have rehearsal. During this break we needed to improve some parts of the show that we weren't satisfied with. Yes, the other band members noticed a lot of mistakes in my and Paul's playing. Hitting the wrong strings, stupid bloopers, shouting a wrong number while counting during Sonne... We have never had so many mistakes during concerts as now. I was angry at Paul. We were late and it was all his fault. He had more than enough time to get back home on time and get his own car. But he stayed in B

Drip, drip. Mother always said that raindrops were the tears of the people of the heavens, crying because someone great had died. "Shouldn't it always be raining, then?" I had asked when I first heard this. "No, only when someone great has died. They might not have known they were great, society might not have known they were great, but the tears still flow," she patiently explained to me. "Did it rain when Ben-jay-mine Franklin died?" I questioned. "Yes, it rained when Ben-jay-mine Franklin died," Mother answered. I waited a moment, then ventured again, "Did it rain when Thomas Ed-son died?" "Yes, it rained when Thomas Ed-son died."