“Sam, I’m worried about our son. I’m worried he’s not happy.”

He didn’t look up from the paper. “Why would he not be happy?”

“Because every minute of every day that he’s not at school or eating dinner with us, he’s in his room listening to Journey.”

He looked up. “What’s wrong with Journey? We met at a Journey show. Some of the best music of the eighties.” His voice trailed off as he returned to the paper.

“Sam, I’ve been in his room and found all kinds of things – things he’s printed from the internet, stories about the band members. I’ve even found letters he’s written to members of the band that make it sound like they’re all his best friends.”

“It’s fan club stuff, honey. It’s probably not serious. Hey, remember at the show during ‘Open Arms’ when that girl a few rows in front of us humped the guy she was with?”

“Sam – he writes love letters to Steve Perry.”

With that he put the paper down, and paused in recollection. “Oh god… and he got into a fight at school last week.”