"Cam, why don’t y’wanna go? I’ve got two tickets and I promised I would go,” Keith pleaded, again, with the mocha-skinned woman sitting across from him. “You’ll have a great time, I promise. We can even go backstage,” Truthfully, Keith felt like he could just walk backstage of almost any concert without preamble, but Camille didn’t need to know that. He needed, well, wanted, someone go with him to this concert.