I sat in front of the small club listening to the music drifting out the door. I was old enough to get there but to young to get inside. I sat outside for hours, just listening.
After closing one night, a guy came out holding a guitar.
"Hey, kid!" he said, and looked at me. "I've seen you around. Heard you want to play music." He held out his guitar to me. "It's yours. I'm getting a new one. Good luck kid. You'll need it."
(Im so sorry for this suckiness.)
