At twenty-two, he was a hot new rock star, and I was a student who had just taken the college entrance exam.
He was onstage, and I was in the audience.
The stage crew set a blazing fire behind him.
At twenty-five, he was famous across the country, and I was a newly debuted female musician.
He was the headliner, and I opened the show.
As I walked onstage, I passed in front of his car.
At twenty-seven, he was crouched by the roadside, and I happened to be heading home.
He sat on the steps, and I stood beside him, keeping him company while he smoked a cigarette.
Long after he finished, he looked up. "Huh, have we met before?"
More than met. We'd slept together.
Theme: Third person
