Electric Avenue

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

A knock on the door woke me up and I was surprised to find myself alone in one of the suite’s bedrooms. A heap of bedding on the couch seemed to indicate J had crashed here last night, too. I was still in most of my clothes and my eyes felt scratchy, but otherwise I was in fairly good repair.

Carynne was at the door, looking a little tired, her smile a little thin. “Good morning.”

“What time is it?” I asked.

“One thirty. Jonathan said to say goodbye for him. He had to get back and didn’t want to wake you.”

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