I parked my old car next to the familiar van and kill the engine. The general crowd looks harmless enough; I don't see any obvious rapists or murderers.
Laughing quietly to myself, I remove the keys and check my phone for further messages.
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"Are we all set up, yet?" My voice hardly makes an audible sound once I get in the building, carrying my electric.
Ellie shakes her head quietly before continuing to watch the current performance.
Taking the opportunity, I walk toward the back section of the building and gingerly set my instrument next to somebody else's. As I'm about to turn away, it catches my eye.
Left-handed.
Must be a real Hendrix.
