Small talk ensues as I cringe at the thought of inane conversation. I tell her half truths about myself, keeping my guard up in case crazy shows up.
But all we do is laugh and dance.
I don’t need anything more than that tonight.
Franti ends the show having everyone in the audience under 10 and over 60 up on stage to sing the encore. The stage is filled with young and old alike. I give the girl a hug goodbye, and tell her that I hope we both will be on a stage when we are sixty.