LOS ANGELES, LATE AFTERNOON — The Sun Was Setting. The Room Was Quiet. Then Someone Whispered, “I Think I Love You…” — and a Dozen Strangers Smiled, Finishing the Line Without Missing a Beat. No Music Played. No One Planned It. What David Cassidy Etched Into a Generation’s Memory Is Something You’ll Never Fully Understand Until You…
The sun was slipping behind the Hollywood hills, casting amber streaks across the windows of a quiet room. It wasn’t a concert hall or a set — just an ordinary…