"Mate," Alan said smiling warmly, "I have no clue. But I know how I feel, and I know I'm going to find her. I don't think she came to see me playing, nah, no one's really checking for that." And Alan was pleased about that. He'd done the famous thing in the 1970s and it had been a nightmare to get out of once he wasn't aging. Becoming famous in the post 2000s seemed like it would be actually impossible to fake your way out of.
"But maybe she heard my voice and came in off the street." Yeah, that sounded epic and romantic. He could live with the idea of his voice drawing her in.