Sh**! thought Cash. I...I...I GOTTA DO SOMETHING. Waitaminute...no I don't! She's a fangirl. Krytonite to Superman, salt to a slug, water to the Wicked Witch of the West. But i'm not a witch though...
All these things went through Cash's brain faster than tickets for a new concert. He had to do something or the girl could committ...NO! She won't! Maybe jump in front of a...OH FOR THE LOVE OF CASH!!! He ran after her.
"Wait, wait, it's okay, Shorty. Ain't no harm done," he said taking her hand. At least she wouldn't run away, not while Cash was holding her hand. And he was strong too. He lifted weights with his Mic hand so he could sing for hours and never miss a beat without having to drop it from his hand getting tired during a show. He could hold her hand until hell froze over!