Kaze wouldn't have even seen the documentary if not for Holly.

"Oh, nice you have an uke! Do you play?"

"You should see this thing on Netflix, it's really good."

And there he was. Same name. Same face. But the Lie. A whole different life and too young to be...who he obviously was.

He drove Holly back to her dorm, and then just drove around. 'Thinking'. If not for the road trip with Phoenyx...the mix tape. Kaze'd forgotten about the good times with the Man, just had the bitterness of abandonment when they'd--he'd--needed him the most.

There were good times though. The music made sense now. Kaze'd almost forgotten about the playing, in clubs when on the road after sales visits. He'd been good, sure, but...another Lie. Instead of being a gifted prodigy, he's at least ten years older than the Lie says.

Finally, home, Kaze tries not to Hope. Tries not to go onto the Internet. Tries not to search, to click on the site.

Tour dates. Jake Shimabukuro. April 3rd, Friday at the Vacaville Performing Arts Theater. Thirty minutes away.

He tries to resist. Prays. Clicks. Ticket purchased, debit card charged.

In a few months, he will see if the Man is really who he is...his father. Strangely different in identity despite not having changed his name. A few months to decide why he will go, what he wants, what he Hopes, whether he will passively watch and listen and leave or...not.