The day was July 27th of last year. She said to her husband Daniel, the minister, “I want you to play this record back for me in your mind…not audibly. Sit quietly and listen to my voice and this is what you’re going to hear, ‘Danny, I am so happy that you have sold your song and have your 100,000-a-year-plus income.’ You play it over and over until my voice becomes as natural to you in this imaginary state as it is when I’m talking to you now.” One month later, on the 29th of August…now I do not know these people in the theatrical world. I’ve been out of it for years and years. I do not know the terminology of the musical world. But she said this lady and she called her by name (she did not confine me to secrecy), the name is Gloria Wood, whoever she is, never heard of her. She said that she has nine gold star records (whatever that means). She is a commercial artist and receives as high as $50,000 for one commercial jingle that only goes a half-minute. She likes Danny’s voice, likes his songs, and said to him after the service that she would like to help him. Then, said she, at the very end of her note to me, “This is prophetic. I am sure this will be as real as the nine that I have told you that are already behind us.”816 ¶6