One night in Tokyo, though, will always stay in my mind.
My agent called and said,
“Crystal, your friend has a car, right?”
“Yes.”
“Well… can you two take Dolph Lundgren out tonight?”
We looked at each other and burst out laughing.
Sure. Why not?
So there we were—two teenage girls and this enormous Swedish action star—cruising around Tokyo in Reiko’s Cadillac, heading from club to club under the neon lights.
The whole scene felt like something out of a movie.
Tokyo at night. Music spilling out of the clubs. The streets glowing with color. And Dolph Lundgren somehow folded into the back seat of that giant American car.
What a night.
I haven’t seen Reiko since I was twenty-five. I’ve searched for her over the years but haven’t been able to find her. Life carried us in different directions, the way it often does.
But sometimes I still think about that girl with the Cadillac and the concert piano—the pop star who let me borrow her clothes and took me home to meet her family.
For a little while, our lives crossed in the bright, strange world of Tokyo in the 1980s.