N ow, there’s a man and a woman. He’s a cook, she’s a waitress. Now, they meet and they don’t connect, only she noticed him, he could feel it, and he noticed her and they both knew it was gonna happen. They made love and for maybe one whole night, they forgot the million things that make people think “I don’t love this person; I don’t like this person, I don’t know this…” Instead, it was perfect and they were perfect and that’s all there was to know about it. Only now, she’s beginning to forget all that and maybe he’ll forget it, too. So could you play an encore for Frankie and Johnny in the hope of something that ought to last and not self-destruct? Why don’t you just think about it?