She then excuses herself from the company of this woman and we become fast friends. (I think the woman was either a publicist or an agent of a management company by the things they were talking about, I think this is the company she must have left.) So we're sitting on the beach after we get stoned, I had some horticultural grade shiskaberry, at the time. She starts telling me about her relationship that she just broke up with this dude, etc. I had been hanging out with a big gaggle of girlfriends at the time, and they had me really, really, well-trained for a suitable mate:

"Fuck that guy!"

"What!?"

"Yeah, you heard me, Fuck~ that guy!"

I didn't even know him, but I just did it to break the cycle that we get in sometimes, because we're all just made of feedback loops. She smiled and the sun came from behind the clouds and my heart fucking melted. We were friends, I'm not sure if I had her number or we just agreed to meet each other at a predestined time. I don't remember so much because this was ten years ago. I remember going to a concert with her and having my arms around her like the girlfriend pose, then her being busted by some group of dudes in the crowd:

"Hey so-and-so's backstage, let us take you to see him."

I was really big into recording arts for a little while and I recognized their red ribbons as backstage passes. I think she went with them. I had friends at the event so I guess I went and found them, I'm really not sure this memory isn't well defined.

At some point, before or after, this event: I thought she was my girlfriend, but I may just be another broken-heart.

I may just be crazy, imagining this part from face-blindness: