Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
The next morning we were awakened rather early by the phone ringing in our hotel room. It was Barrett and it was urgent.
“There’s a rehearsal you have to be at and the only flight out that makes sense is two hours from now, so you need to get going.”
“Two hours from now?” Ziggy’s voice cracked with morning roughness. “You know I’m like an hour from the airport, right?”
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