Cindy Athena is felling sad. It's October, but still fairly nice in the South. Mid afternoon in her parents yard, she is composing a song she will call it "Since My Baby Left Me". She is hoping that one day she will get a contract to compose and record her jazz and blues music that she loves so much. She doesn't know it now, but that fuzzy pin she is wearing is her good luck charm. In the future she will get that contract and her boy friend will even return.