Runaround

The twisted groupie. The secret message on a drumstick. The conversation overheard a day late…and the shot from behind the altar.

The first time I saw him in a rock magazine I thought I would die. Those eyes, the hair, the way he pounds the drums so artfully, and his face on the camera, is unforgettable. He was my first crush. Meeting him has always been a distant pipe dream, until the day I’m told I’m the winning caller on a radio station. When our eyes meet something clicks and I know it’s...