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

It’s been a rough week. Daron has been working us like a slave-driver for what seems like months. Now, we’ve got to forget everything (or memorize everything, who knows?) for about six weeks, then rush through getting ready for the tour.

Today’s the last day before the break, thank God. Can’t believe my luck, a buddy sent me two plane tickets to Orlando and two five-day passes to Disney World. Chet and his wife, what’s her name, had to give up their vacation when Chet’s grandfather suddenly died. I guess he could have skipped the funeral, but he wasn’t about to skip reading the will. He’s expecting to inherit enough to buy lifetime passes to the place with plenty left over.

There’s that kid again, Carn, or Canaan, or something. Nice looking kid, shy, tries to be helpful and stay out of the way at the same time. He’s been helping people move amps and stools and shit for almost the whole week. When he’s not doing that he’s trying to eat Daron alive with his eyes. I’m not sure Daron has noticed the kid’s even here.

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

First of three submissions for the February Fanworks Challenge, with the theme of threesomes or moresomes. Enjoy!

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Barrett was speaking. “OK, you get tomorrow off to take care of personal stuff. Get your partying done tonight, because tomorrow night you’re going to bed early. We leave the next morning for South America.”

We all looked at each other. Chris said, “Party!” We all yelled back, “Tonight!” I guess that settled it. Ziggy, Daron, Flip and I went out for dinner. We met the others back at the hotel and immediately got into an argument about what to do.