While putting on her makeup, Jan thought back to when she first met Jack White. It was at a concert at an amphitheater in Jupiter, Florida. She had hurried to the restroom built into the rear of the outdoor stage to beat the intermission rush. She knew that the REO Speedwagon Tribute band was nearing the end of its first set based on having seen their show before. In fact, she was practically a groupie having attended many of the band’s concerts around southern Florida. Watching Jack White, the band’s leader, with his big hair and tight fitting, seventies-style outfits always got her blood flowing. She loved the way he gyrated around on stage and his vocals were great. He was hot.
As she expected, the band finished that set with the hit Take it on the Run and then she heard the announcement that they would be right back after a brief break. They were just coming off the stage when Jan exited the ladies’ room. She almost bumped into Jack as he worked his way through the growing crowd of people heading to the restrooms.
“Hi Jack, great set,” she said with a big smile while twisting a curl of hair.
“Well, hi beautiful,” Jack responded, adeptly playing the part of a rockstar. “Why don’t you join me for a drink in our bus.”
“Sure, I’d love to,” Jan replied, and she joined Jack and most of the other band members for some drinks and a joint.
Since then, she had managed to catch the band’s performances several more times. She had drinks with Jack at a local bar after their most recent concert in West Palm Beach and learned that he lived near Jupiter. Unfortunately, he had to leave with the rest of his bandmates on their bus, so she gave him her phone number and begged him to call.
Now she was finishing getting ready as the time approached for their first real date. It was going to be a warm evening, so she put on a colorful short skirt and a crop top, shooting for a seventies look. She was just slipping into some sandals when she heard a knock at the door. She hurried that way, just taking a moment to check herself one more time in a mirror.
Jan swung open the door and her expression sank. Is that you Jack? She asked herself. The guy was almost bald, and it looked like he was trying to do the comb-over thing with his remaining hair. He was wearing khakis and a golf shirt making him look nerdy. She was confused and let down.
“It was a wig?!” she screamed. “This whole time?”
Jack cowered and backed up a step. “What? Well yeah, it’s part of my act. I’m not really Kevin Cronin from REO, you know, right?”