Mirrored from the latest entry in
Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
No one from BNC called that morning. I found out later why, when we were nosing around the performance hall, and a guy in jeans and a corduroy jacket came in carrying a briefcase. “You must be Daron,” he said when he saw me.
“Yes.” I took the hand he was offering and shook it.
“I’m Mills
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