November of 1959, Vermont.

Occasionally, Todd would tag along with Neil to watch him rehearse at Henley Hall. Sometimes they’d get there early, and there’d be a band practicing there. You were part of that band.

Todd would urge Neil to get there early, saying he didn’t want Neil to be late. Really, he just wanted to see you.

For a week, the two would sit in the back row, watching the band play.

Finally, Neil pushed him to talk to you. “Uh, hi.” Todd mumbled, Neil standing behind him.