By Barbara Docherty
It was 1965 and I was 21 years of age. A friend who knew I loved Roy Orbison's music told me she could arrange an introduction as he was touring New Zealand with Ray Columbus.
True to her word she somehow managed to get me into a side door to the Auckland Town hall where I ended up sitting on my own in a rather dark room next to the stage awaiting my big moment.
Suddenly the room filled with six males, five from one of the supporting bands and their manager Harry M Miller.
The one sitting next to me grunted hello and asked my name. All I noticed was his large lips and that none of the band members looked anything like Roy Orbison.