A defining moment

What a moronic question, he thought to himself. Who doesn't like Mick Jagger? But then again, this is America, maybe he's not as popular here as he is in Europe.

The woman's voice in his ear was like a sudden gust, putting him completely off balance for a split second. Not because it was sweet or special in itself, but because the words it carried talked to him like nothing before. He had never believed in fate or the predestined, but this just had to be something out of the ordinary.

He turned around slowly, savoring the moment, somehow knowing it could define the rest of his life. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the music or the liberating atmosphere in the crowded room, but he imagined he had never seen anything quite so beautiful.