On October 30th, 2006, I was frantically searching craigslist for tickets to the Rolling Stones concert that would take place a day later. Feeling adventurous, I responded to an ad placed by an “older man” looking for a “woman aged 25 or younger” to attend the concert as his date. The ad requested that I submit a photo and 200 words or less as to why I thought I was worthy enough to be his date.

Suffice it to say, this didn’t work out.

The next day (after the concert was postponed a day because Mick Jagger had laryngitis), I stumbled on another listing that was casting individuals to be in an “as yet to be titled Rolling Stones Documentary.” I submitted my photo and received a call 20 minutes later with details to meet in the basement of a school that was two blocks away from the venue. It was here that I learned that Martin Scorsese would be filming a documentary about two Rolling Stones concert and was casting the entire front row. There were about 100 of us, ranging in age from young hipsters to aging hippies; that were escorted to the venue an hour early and seated accordingly in the first 5 rows. I was conveniently placed front row, stage left.

As if sitting front row at Stones concert (with an opening set by blues legend Buddy Guy and a special performance by Jack White and Christina Aguilera) wasn’t enough, during "Tumbling Dice" -- my favorite Stones song -- Keith Richards handed me his guitar pick. It was at this very moment that our souls intertwined.

Four weeks later, I was mailed a check for $75 dollars for my appearance in the film.