A spur of the moment, once in a lifetime chance where he had asked her out to a rock concert.
There was no way she would show up. She was head ballerina. He had tried to woo her after her performance, and there was no way she was going to show up to a dirty dingy bar on the other side of town.
“You are rock and roll to me.” He stared as she stood there, not looking anything like a ballerina. “I heard it in a song once.”