I was very impressed with a young chap who offered a long, unaccompanied ballad during an "open mike" intermission one night at The Sounding Board in Hartford. About half-way through the ballad, he forgot the words. Rather than panic, he simply sat there, thinking, for a long, silent moment. Then he looked up at the audience, smiled, and calmly said, "This is the instrumental break." When the words came back to him, he continued and finished the ballad. He sure won my gold star for that evening!

Sandy