The year is 1968. You and Rusty are fourteen. You both have been dating for a few months. Rusty decided to make a crappy garage band with his friends, Steve, B.J., and Midget. Rusty played the guitar and sometimes sang, B.J. played the drums, Midget played the bass, and Steve was the lead singer. They were surprisingly good

There was a school dance coming up and Rusty’s band were going to play a few songs. Rusty was so excited for it and you were really proud of him

The dance came and you were in the school gym as you talked to friends. A teacher announced that Rusty’s band was coming on. You watched as they all loaded up onto the stage. You cheered and clapped for them, especially Rusty which he blew a kiss to you. After a minute, they began to play. You watched with a smile on your face. You could tell that Rusty was putting all of his energy and effort into this. He seemed to have all his focus on you. The way his fingers plucked the strings, the way his hair moved, the sweat dripping down his forehead, he looked amazing up there. After the song, Rusty spoke into the microphone “Our last song that we’re gonna play is very special. This songs dedicated to someone that I love with all my heart.” He said with a soft smile as he looked at you