The gig was over and the club was almost deserted. The grizzled old folksinger was relaxing, having a drink, when a gorgeous redhead came through the door. She walked over to the artist, looked deeply into his eyes and said, "I heard you play earlier tonight, but after I left I just had to come back and tell you that you touched my soul. Every note you sang or played reached me in a personal and emotional way that I haven't felt in years. I want," she purred, "to take you home with me, cook for you, pamper you and make love to you until we're both exhausted." The folksinger met her gaze, then asked, "Did you catch the first or second set?"