Fading Like a Flower (Every Time You Leave)

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

We were slated for two shows in Bogota with a day off in between. By the time we cleared customs and reached our hotel it was night. Ziggy was immediately whisked off to meet some press people. I did not mind not having to go with him, even if I wished we could have spent some downtime together.

I went to my room. Despite having had a long nap on the plane, I was bone tired and I was feeling anti-social.

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