So they are sitting in Tootsie's Orchid, down from the Ryman, and Ernest has been in, and about four of the Hanks, and now it has come down to Harlan, and Willie, and a couple of others, and Patty is there in her Opry dress, and Roscoe drinking far too much as usual, but they are young and way in love, and she has a nice new ring on her finger, and a guitar is going around, and Willie says, what do you think of this for you, Patty? I was thinking it was something you could really milk, or maybe Patsy." And he sings: "Cra --" and swoops down, "zy, crazy dah dah dah, dah dah dah, crazy, crazy for feeling so blue..." and he plays on a bit, and all the time she is thinking, Oh that is me, Oh that is me, Oh what a beautiful song, and then finally she says, "That sure is catchy," and Roscoe leans over smirking and says, "That sure is crazy, stupidest thing I ever heard, diminisheds and all that, she's been Chetified enough, Patty does rock solid country, they'd laugh at her." She looks at Roscoe, drunk, with that beautiful knowing smile on his face, and she holds herself back, she is his now, and then she says quietly, "Maybe he's right, maybe it's better for Patsy."

Willie looks a little crestfallen, the way songwriters do, worrying about their next meal, and the fate of their baby song, but he shrugs it off. "Maybe it's for nobody. I'll see what Owen thinks, and Patsy." Then Harlan says: "Here, what do you think of this," and he starts singing something off his cocktail napkin. Roscoe orders another round of drinks, and the night continues.