There was that time... I think we were both fourteen, or thereabouts. Our parents had both gone away for the weekend, and had decided to save money by hiring just the one babysitter. Anyway, we had managed to knock her unconscious almost before their cars were out of the driveway, and before we could change our minds we had set out to hitchhike to New York City.

We didn't know quite what to do once we got there, but somehow that didn't seem to matter - we were wandering around the theatre district (even that young, I suppose we were a pair of geeks) and the stage manager for Les Miserables suddenly ran out into the street in front of us and began beating his head on the pavement. It seems the girl playing Eponine had just been struck by lightning, and the understudy had run off with the Rum Tum Tugger from the next theatre over. You were too shy to say anything, but I didn't hesitate to grab his shoulders and turn him towards you - you were always the better singer.

I'm not quite sure how you learned the part so quickly, but I've never seen a better performance, before or since....