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"Mark, I don't know about this guy. He can't hold a guitar for shit." Roger walks along, brandishing his Fender. "Are you sure about him?"
Mark is more interested in a memo in his hand. "I'm not sure about anything right now, Roger. Something really damn strange is going on, and I have a really damn bad feeling about it."
Roger just blinks at Mark, who shrugs. "I'll talk to Orlando. Perhaps we can get him to take lessons or something. Remember, Buddy really couldn't play for shit either. It was the music."
Mark is more interested in a memo in his hand. "I'm not sure about anything right now, Roger. Something really damn strange is going on, and I have a really damn bad feeling about it."
Roger just blinks at Mark, who shrugs. "I'll talk to Orlando. Perhaps we can get him to take lessons or something. Remember, Buddy really couldn't play for shit either. It was the music."