Rockstar

It’s the fall of 1964 and The Rolling Stones performed last night.

Jenny loves them, especially Keith. They’re talented, and relevant, and loud. Especially Keith.

A month ago, Jenny traced a heart on a sheet of notebook paper. She cut it in two, and sent half to Keith with a note: “See you in Detroit. Come find me for the other half.”

Last night, there she was, in the front row of the loud crowd, waving her half. Afterwards, he invited her backstage.

This morning, she rolls over and says, “That was easy.”

Keith smiles at her. “You’re telling me?”