Part 2:

Billy stared in disbelief at the Hispanic man in the van leaning so far up against the wheel that it might very well have been attached to his abdomen. His wife and kids sat half hidden behind him. 

None of their mouths moved.

On the other side of him was a fat faced pustule looking kid was slamming his transformers doll against the dashboard. His mom behind him was running her fingers through her hair in exasperation and clearly seemed to be considering throwing the child onto the highway. Or at least Billy was. "No, No, No . . . where the flying fuck is it?" The cars all contained faces that neither matched the savior's voice or sex. And then the cars began to move again, along with the voice, which seemed to be drifted further and further away.

Billy harassed the car in front of him like he was trying to get barrier at an ACDC concert. The voice was getting fainter and fainter. He threw his head from side to side, jerking the car this way and that in an attempt to find where she was. 

Then the voice stopped. Billy's eyes may very well popped out of his head at that point. He was being ridiculous and he knew it. The silence seemed to unveil the insanity of the matter. There was no way he could have heard a voice. He could barely hear the American Flag toting Harley that guttered by the car twenty minutes ago. Billy was so concentrated on keeping his heart wrapped inside his chest that he almost hit the Hispanic family's van as it cut in front of him. 

The Mercedes' breaks squealed to a stop just centimeters away from the rusted fender. His heart and eyes somehow managed to stay attached to his body this time, but Billy had had enough. In submission he let his forehead sink down onto the steering wheel. His mind started to draw up a rough draft of what his resignation letter would look like when suddenly he thought he did hear Amy Lee on his radio. Some sick joke from God probably. Billy lifted a salt and peppered eyebrow so he could glance at the traffic ahead of him and the CD Display. But it was off. 5:39 pm. 

The girl was singing again. And this time it sounded as though she was sitting right next to him on the faded leather. His head jerked up in desperation and rested on a slender girl in the car just next to his. 

She was sitting up straight in her seat, cocking her head back and singing as though there was nothing else in the world that was more important. Billy stared at her with jeweled eyes and licked his lips like she was a roasted chicken that he had been starving a week for. He was frozen in captivation. The world seemed to narrow in on this girl and stay there. Slowly Billy pressed on the automated window button so that he could be closer to the sweet Muse singing just five feet away.

The sound of the highway rushed into his car, flooding him with heat, exhaust and mufflers vibrating, all vying for his attention but Billy paid no heed. All that mattered was the strawberry haired muse, singing just slightly louder as the song entered a bridge. He had to get her attention. He called out.

But the sound was lost in the rush hour outside. 

He called louder, but the sound was absorbed by the rolled up window of her green VW bug. 

He tried waving frantically but she was too absorbed.   He had still not understood why he heard her voice, and only hers, but he didn't question it. He only knew that this was his ticket into ten more years in the music industry. If only he could get her attention!The cars ahead were starting to move .

William Haddock had to think of something fast.

There was a lound Thunk as the three year old blackberry connected with the window of the bug, and a lound scream that nearly burst William's ears.