"My next guest today is singer/songwriter Noah Puckerman," Ellen said.

As I walked out I heard my fans screaming. This was my favorite part. All the fans that love me.

"How are you doing," I asked Ellen as I sat down.

"Good. How are you," she asked?

"I am doing good," I replied.

"I am glad that you decided to come out here tonight," she said. "The best part of you being here is that we get to hear your new song."

"Yeah I am super excited to share it with you guys." I said smiling when my fans started screaming again.

"So will you tell us a little bit about it," Ellen asked?

"Sure," I said. "It is about this girl that I loved back in high school. We never dated but I loved her. The summer before she went to Yale we hung out a lot. This song just brings me back to that place that we were then. It also makes me wish that we had actually been together."

"It sounds like it will be a good song," Ellen said. "So how about we play it."

"Sounds good," I said as I walk over to my band. I put my guitar on and nodded at the band. As music started I allowed the words and memories flood my brain.

To this day when I hear that song, I see you standing there on that lawn
Discount shades, store bought tan, flip-flops and cut off jeans
Somewhere between that setting sun, I'm On Fire and Born To Run
You looked at me and I was done, we were just getting started

I was singing to you, you were singing to me
I was so alive, never been more free
Fired up my daddy's lighter and we sang oh
Stayed there 'til they forced us out
We took the long way to your house
And I can still hear the sound
Of you saying, "Don't go"

When I think about you
I think about 17
I think about my old Jeep
I think about the stars in the sky
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen

I bumped in to you by happenstance
You probably wouldn't even know who I am
But if I whispered your name, I bet there'd still be a spark
Back when I was gasoline and this old tattoo had brand new ink
And we didn't care what your momma think 'bout your name on my arm

I smiled at that memory. She and her mother had said that I was crazy for wanting her name on my arm. But just having it there helps me go back to that place. It helps me remember that amazing summer that I had with Quinn. The woman that will always hold my heart.

Baby is it spring or is it summer
The guitar sound or the beat of the drummer
You hear sometimes late at night on your radio
Even though you're a million miles away
When you hear Born In The USA
Do you relive those glory days from so long ago

When you think about me
Do you think about 17
Do you think about my old Jeep
Think about the stars in the sky
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen, Springsteen

Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen, Springsteen, oh, Springsteen

Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

As the last chord was played the fans cheered. I smiled and waved at them.

"Noah Puckerman," Ellen said coming over and shaking my hand. "After the break we will be testing his knowledge on all things television, stay tuned.

When it went to commercial I went to the back to get some water. Then I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. When I pulled it out I saw that it was Quinn.

"Hello," I said into the phone.

"Hey Puck," Quinn said back. "I really like the song."

"That's good," I said. "I wrote it just for you."

"Yeah I kind of figured," she said back. "I was calling because I had a question for you."

"What would that be," I asked?

"Do you still want me or was it just a song," she asked me.

"I still want you," I replied.

"Good," she said. "Then look up."

I looked to the door that led out to the back-parking lot. Standing there in a blue sundress stood Quinn. I ran up to her and pulled her into me. I kissed her with all the love and emotion that I had.

"Are you staying for good," I whispered to her.

"For as long as you want me," she replied.