Mickey Boardman ushers me over to blinking eyes under fringed bangs. I’m new; I’m terrified.
“Um, hi,” I smile, cheerleader style, and immediately know – this is not the cheerleader crowd.
But Greg grins back and shakes my hand.
“I’ve never seen you before,” he stares, and I shrug. “You have,” I nod, “but with way less makeup.”
He laughs and I feel special. And that, I guess, is part of the beginning; at least, it was for me.
[HAPPY BIRTHDAY GREG KRELENSTEIN - YOU'RE STARRY]