Chapter Seven That evening Sam tried to go to the Project Quantum Leap Drawing Room to look up some old records about how Ziggy was put together, but because he "forgot" his access code to the room the master computer would not let him go in. He was lucky to find all of the data that he needed on the Project's computer intra-office computer system. He was all done at 3 o'clock in the morning and was about to email a copy of his proposal to Tina, when the door knocked. He pushed the square icon on the toolbar on the computer. Then, he opened the door. "Ziggy told me that you were working late again, Al. Don't you ever take a break anymore." "No time, Kelly," Sam answered. Kelly noticed the music playing above her from the built in radio in the room. It was the original Woodstock concert. "Can't believe you listen to this junk? This is the type of music ma listens to." "Come on, Kelly!" Sam smiled. "I know you like it." "Well, I like to play my guitar to it. It's fun that way. I just picture myself in a circle playing sometime back in the sixties for friends." Sam laughed, since he remembered Kelly and him playing many times for their friends back in Elk Ridge. Friends Kelly never had. Sam noticed that Al had an acoustic guitar, as well as an electric one, in the corner of his room. Sam did not know that Al played, but guessed that there were many things about the kid that Sam did not know. He picked it up and carried it over to the bed, which had a new set of cotton sheets on them. Kelly sat down across from him on the bed. Sam began to sing a Beatles song. "Have a Little Help from my friends," Sam voice sang. Halfway though the song, Kelly stopped him. "Al, you know can't sing," she interrupted them. "Just listen," Sam told her. He finished the song. It had taken him mentally back to the summer of 1969. He leaned over and kissed Kelly firmly on the lips. Once again, in his imagination, he was fifteen years old and in the feed cornfield on his parent's farm, listening to the live broadcast of the Woodstock concert on his small transistor radio with the girl he loved more than anything.