"I hope you get the chance, to live like you were dyin'." I finished off the last part of Tim McGraw's song. The small crowd of people watching clapped. "Thank you!" I said into to mic as I packed up my guitar. I walked to the door but was stopped by a tall, handsome young man with sandy blonde hair. "Hey, that was really great." He said with a southern accent. "Thanks," I said, smiling a little. "The last song was my favorite, I love country music." Be added. "The last song's my favorite too, Live Like You Were Dyin'. It's really inspirin'." I said. "Yeah I sing too, just, by myself." He mentioned. We sat and talked a little more. "Hey this was great." I said. "Yeah, it was." He said with a charming smile. "Hey before ya go can I get your number?" He asked. "Yeah, I'd be happy to give it to you." I pulled out a sticky-note from my purse and wrote down: Jenna's Number: 1 (908) 822-5522 "Here you go." I gave him the note and got up to leave. "Bye." I waved and walked out.