I've been reading a novel written by a friend, covering the period between the 1920s and now and the Broadway scene, and it's really a lot of fun. It's about three friends, a trumpet player, a spotlight runner, and a singer-actress. I finished Part One last night with a beautifully written and heartbreaking scene between the main character, a trumpet player in his mid-thirties playing in the Winter Garden orchestra of West Side Story at the time, and a pianist friend he'd met as an 18-year-old when the friend was playing piano in the 1940 production of Pal Joey. The older pianist was no longer working as a musician and dying from cancer and the first part ended with the trumpet player fulfilling the older man's two requests, a hospital visit when summoned and a trumpet solo of "Danny Boy" at his funeral.