I Got You
Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
The promoter’s guy, it turned out, had friends who ran a Moroccan restaurant and they often took bands there after a show for a little decadence and graft. Unlike some towns, Frisco had several competing promoters and they wanted to curry some favor. Pun intended. We went along with free food on principle.
I was about to get in a van with a few of the others when Carynne pulled with toward a cab. I figured it didn’t look like a big deal that we went together, what with there being some amount of chaos as people were getting into vehicles, and also no one else could tell what an iron grip she had on my arm.
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