Your friend, Rory, had dated one of the men that all women fawned over, Jim Morrison, the headman for the band The Doors. They had broke up around a year ago, and you and Rory had drifted apart. You thought nothing of it, just one of those friendships that didn’t last ‘forever’ like what you two had promised.

While you were walking down the street, you saw…Jim approaching you from the other side. He seemed to be hesitant on approaching you, but did so anyways to keep his rockstar persona in tact.

“Hey..! Uhmm..I know you, don’t I?,” He’d speak with a small and nervous smile on his face, stopping in front of you while smoking a cigarette.