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we really must go,” Mr. Edelson said with a distinct British accent. “We have more than a two hour drive to the house.”
    Two hours! Robin thought. She was tired, she had her period and another two hours after the nine-hour flight was not good news. Tokyo seemed to be just as hot as Atlanta while the plane had been nearly frigid.
    “Babe, we are going to have to make a pit stop.” She tried to whisper to Jason.
    “Yeah, J,” Jason said while placing a hand over hers to let her know that he had no problem with it. “My girl has the bladder of an acorn-“
    Robin swatted him playfully.
    “And I need to hit the head—you can’t do much in the toilet of an airplane.”
    Robin looked at him in disbelief that he was talking about his bodily needs with the stiff and proper Mr. Edelson. And was he calling the man ‘J’?
    “Of course. We can take a respite once we leave the terminal—that is, if your needs can be held for fifteen minutes or so?”
    Jason looked at Robin who nodded. “Yeah, that’s fine.” He replied and Robin gave his hand a slight squeeze of appreciation. She remembered a time when telling Jason that she needed to stop for a bathroom break would have granted her a withering look and a sharp chastisement. But that was pre-falling in love. She smiled as she remembered their arguments—and legendary makeups.
    Jason and Mr. Edelson—J, talked incessantly about the upcoming events. There was to be a short conference this afternoon concerning the contract with Akita Tom Productions and the second album that was created when they recorded Soul Horizon. The recording had been so long that there was enough material for two albums—even three. Later in the week, after Akita’s brother arrived there would be a reading of the will. Also J mentioned that there was an impromptu tribute album being created as well as several pop up boiler rooms formed by Akita Tom protégés. Jason perked and he and J spent the next few minutes talking about them.
    “Boiler Room?” Robin asked.
    Jason nodded his head in excitement. “It’s like the Omicron parties only we call them boiler rooms. You set up your turntable and then each artist delivers a set that can go an hour or more. The set is streamed live to whoever couldn’t make it inside.”
    “Yes,” J stated. “They are a very big thing in Tokyo and they have been going nightly since Akita’s death.”
    Robin saw that J’s voice was even with very little fluctuation, but he looked away before continuing. “Artists have been mixing Wheels of Steel music for years. One of the hottest tunes is More Love with your beautiful voice on it, Robin.” J looked at Robin in appreciation. “In fact some of the more compelling mixes have your voice looped throughout the set.”
    Robin looked at Jason in surprise. “People can do that? It’s not illegal?”
    Jason grinned in excitement. “Not at all. They are just streamed live for people to share. But the most important thing is that someone is going to say, ‘who is that singing? What song is that sampled from?’ And then it comes back to Wheels of Steel and of course, you.” Jason looked at J for confirmation and the older man nodded in agreement.
    “The popularity of the boiler rooms has certainly brought awareness to Jason and Wheels of Steel.”
    Jason and Wheels of Steel. What a strange way of stating that, Robin thought.
    Before long they stopped in Shinagawa, which Robin mistakenly thought was Tokyo. There were skyscrapers and little shops and restaurants, but J explained that Tokyo would be much bigger and grandiose than this. She finally understood when he likened it to Vegas and Robin’s mouth had just formed a small O.
    The driver had them stop at a cute little shop with a hand panted sign featuring large Japanese characters alongside the American written words that stated simply ‘Ramen’.
    J explained that it was a popular restaurant among the American’s as an introduction to authentic