The idea, it was stuck in his head. It gnawed at his thoughts. It wasn't that girl that he saw earlier today. Oh no. He had seen one with mesmerizing eyes the day before. Those thoughts never bothered him. He had become used to those, conditioned to them in a manner of speaking. He will confess though, the first girl he ever crushed on. She still haunts him, sometimes. Otherwise, these thoughts really don't bother him. What was it, was it that movie that he saw earlier today. Naa, such trivial things do not bother him. Or may be they did. When they are not so trivial. What was it, that idea. Oh yea, a real rock and roller. Or as they said it, 'A Real RocknRolla'. Want it all it said. That isn't a trivial thought at all.