Lenny had told everyone no one was to ever hear the score, and I knew every note of the score because Steve was my friend, and he’d play it all the time. So I knew it all, but I had to pretend that I had never heard any of it. So we went to Lenny’s apartment, and they were all there on that Sunday, and Lenny was nervous. You’ve never heard anybody pound so loudly on the piano, just in an effort to please. Steve sang some of the lyrics with Lenny, and it was just as thrilling as anything could be. And I started to sing along, inadvertently, and Lenny stopped. A nervous pause, and then he said, “That’s what I’ve always been looking for is a musical producer!”