…and for 15 confused, awkward, delightful minutes, as Sam Ash Music closed around us, I totally got my keytar on.
We haven’t spoken since, and honestly, it’s a stretch to think it really would have worked out for the best…
…but a tiny bit of that keytar has stuck with me since that jam-glorious day.
(In a microscopic, discomfiting, Purell-mandating way, I’ve done the same to it.)
(…gross.)