It'd been a great deal of time since I'd last seen him, eight years to the day to be exact. Last time we were together we stood face to face, but now he was unreachable, unattainable, high up on the ladder to pave a path to the stars. He was big people now, just like all his idols he'd listened to on records. And I, I was just a face in the crowd, someone that would be ushered out of the auditorium long after the show had ended: a nobody, without anything or anyone.

He looked only slightly different then that cold New York night we'd parted forever on the street corner. The only difference really being the slight shadow of age that had begun to cast a shadow over his sharp features. His once boyish face was now unmistakably adult, as was his life style now I was sure. He'd moved on, had a beautiful spouse and a few kids, things I couldn't ever dream of having.

Standing down below him I felt incredibly small, inadequate to say the least. Being jostled back and forth by my fellow concert goers didn't help either, it only added to the feeling. It was funny how things could change for what seemed like the better and then change again, change back into the same drab surroundings.

Looking up at him one last time, and admiring the way everyone held their breath as he tuned his guitar I wanted to laugh. The enigmatic creature that he was captivated the millions of people who made up his dedicated followers. For a split second I thought I'd seen him look up and single me out in the crowd, but chalked it up to my imagination. If you wanted to believe something bad enough you could convince yourself it actually happened sometimes.

Backing away from the stage inch by inch, I listened to him play the first few notes of a song he'd played for me on the sofa back when he lived with Chloe, Ray, and I. Simpler times, with much simpler people, and much simpler problems.

Happy times

A sad smile crossed my features, all I had were these memories, the good ones, the bad ones, and the small scar that matched his that my thumb ran over every once in awhile. His nasally voice reverberating through my mind making me close my eyes and transporting me back to the day on the sofa.

But this time I wouldn't stay there, I couldn't, not ever again would I go back to that sofa, mentally or physically. Taking a deep breath I took once last glance at the so called song and dance man, smiling before making my way through the endless sea of fans.

"Goodbye, Bobby..." I mused quietly, slipping out the door of the auditorium and heading down the street to seek whatever else life had to throw at me.