Renee Fleming

What was her name?

I can see her face but I can't remember her name.

She cut my hair for some time, for many years actually.

In those days we talked about the most intimate things for 30 minutes, at least once a month.

I knew she was in love with a woman named Joyce, and was obsessed with an international opera star who she followed from concert to concert in her spare time.

And that one time she was invited backstage in Vienna, having gained the confidence of the opera star's personal assistant.

She brought red roses to the dressing room.

The last time I saw her she showed me pictures of the diva and her together. I seem to remember they were taken at the opera in Rome. Both of them are smiling and it looks like they're old friends. If you didn't know either of them you couldn't tell who was the diva and who was the obsessed fan.

I'm sorry that I can't remember her name, but I have good memories of our conversations and I hope she's happy.