i step onto the stage. “jon and gerry should kiss” i say into the microphone. the entire crowd boos and throws tomatoes. as i sadly turn to leave, a figure in the back row stands. “no, she’s right,” they say. it’s gerry keay himself.
i step onto the stage. “jon and gerry should kiss” i say into the microphone. the entire crowd boos and throws tomatoes. as i sadly turn to leave, a figure in the back row stands. “no, she’s right,” they say. it’s gerry keay himself.