Delirious

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

You don’t actually want to hear a lot about rehearsal, trust me. We settled on afternoon as a better time than evening, so we got there before rush hour and left after it. Most of it, well, there’s not a lot to tell. We played the songs. We played them many times. We worked on hitting our marks. I won the debate about having Candlelight in the main set. As promised, the Solar 250 indeed made it look like sunbeams came out of Ziggy’s butt.

Mr. Sunbeam didn’t push me. He was all business. That suited me and the rest of the band. He brought a girl to rehearsal once, but only once, and didn’t introduce her. I got the feeling he wasn’t seeing anyone. He hung around the house a lot, but never tried to corner me or anything, and, well, so did Bart and Michelle one or two nights a week. I guess he came and went about as often as Colin’s and Chris’s friends. Colin got him and Chris both hooked on some video game I didn’t pay much attention to. Lars was spending a lot of time at Tina’s or Tanya’s house, so we barely saw him.

All in all, things were pretty calm.

One night I was up in my room with my headphones on, working on a song with the little four-track recorder on the bed and a guitar in my lap. I looked up because the light changed in the room and realized someone had cracked open my door. I pulled the cans off and said, “Hello?”

“Hey, can I come in?” Ziggy stuck his head in.

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