Jolene was a singer and that was the way it was; she would just always sing for the hell of it. She loved to let her hands strum over the strings of her guitar and let her voice go. She not only sang, but wrote songs too.
On a cold December’s day, she was at the convenient store, just looking for some snacks and humming a catchy tune that was stuck in her head. She didn’t know what the song would be yet, but she knew it was going to be a good one. Songs she intended to write would never get stuck in that head of hers unless it was going to be glorious.
As she looked through the isles of food, she lost track of her thoughts as they all started to run away from her. She stared at bag of potato chips as she started to blankly stare into space.
Her body shifted to the left as she tried to put together lyrics to this one catchy song in her thoughts.
“Excuse me, miss? Are you alright there?” A tall, handsome man asked.
Jolene snapped out of it quickly and looked over to the man who she noticed was holding a hotdog.
“Oh, yeah, I’m alright.”
The man took a step closer to Jolene.
“Are you sure?” He smiled, “I don’t need to call a doctor or anything do I?”
Jolene laughed at the man’s humor and shook her head no.
“I’ll be alright. I just lost my head trying to think of some lyrics.”
The man beamed and raised his hand playfully like a child.
“OH! Me, pick me! I know a lot of songs! I can tell you the lyrics to it if I know it.”
Jolene laughed and shook her head again, “I meant for my own song. I have the melody, but I can’t think of any words for it.” She said.
“Oh.” He said, making the syllables longer. “Well, maybe I can help you. Not right now, but maybe sometime in the future when I don’t have my friend’s hotdog in my hand.” He smiled at Jolene.
“Would that be alright?”
Jolene smiled and looked over the man again before answering, “That would be amazing. But first, I need to know your name.”
The man smiled and held out his free hand.
“I’m Brian Rosenthal.” He said proudly.
Jolene took Brian’s hand and smiled as well.
“And I’m Jolene, but you can also call me Jo, or JOJOJOJOJO.” She said, imitating his humor from before.
They both smiled at each other as they shook hands.
“Well JOJOJOJOJO, I have to take this hotdog to my friend out there, and then, later, we can think of some lyrics to that song of yours. Deal?”
“Deal.”
“Great! So, I’ll see you around here at this same exact spot at eight?”
Jolene nodded and so did Brian as he started to leave.
“Alright, I’ll see you here at eight.”
At eight both of them went to that convenient store and met in that same exact place on the isle next to the potato chips.
