I once buckled into my seat when a strikingly beautiful young lady sat down next to me. She introduced herself and spent the flight telling me about the tribulations of touring, recording, and performing. I now know in some detail how horrible is the music business, and especially the people in it.
She was young, and intensely beautiful. She only had one name, but I’ll be darned if I can remember what it was. I should have asked for an autograph.