It's said that to remember a face, you have to place it in the context of a memory. As a member of CYS, I knew Missy, which is to say that I knew her as our English horn player. And so my personal context will always be the only view I remember her in- from my seat as a trombonist, glancing in her direction upon hearing her instrument, below me to my left : a view of her right profile, lips pursed over her reed, her cheeks rosy as she coaxed out music. I know the quick grin, my slight nod of brief admiration in that moment, was a response to that beauty mentioned of her honest, earnest expression in her sweet solitary instrument.