A Night With Tonare
I take a drag on my Gauloises, exhaling as I stub it out, the smoke curling in the breeze wafting in from the open window as I look over at her.
She was magnificent tonight, I think. I had been gentle at first, then rough. I had pulled her tight against my striped black and white striped shirt and played her until my beret was limp with steam. The microphone fell in love with her, but it was I who took her home.
As we lay together now, I, nodding my way to sleep, she, safe in her case which I admit is slightly uncomfortable to sleep with, I remind myself to acquire a padded case cover, but I relish the thought of what to make her for breakfast.
New strings? Perhaps. She has earned them. But no. I will not spoil her with new strings. Instead, I will bring her a new pick. It will be encrusted with jewels. She will be happy.
And so I begin to drift off and dream.
Liberty or Death
Never a dull moment around here.
Somebody had better photoshop a romance novel cover with Fabio and a Tonare before I wake up tomorrow afternoon.
Lee, please present a warning before you write something like that! I laughed while drinking coffee and blew it out my nose. You are the man! You can quit your day job now!
Just a member
For you, Sergio. Best I can do at work, since shopping guitars and Fabio is nowhere near my job description.
Originally Posted by JustRob
I never looked as good as that guy when I was young enough to look as good as that guy....
Just my luck - I have no day job to quit! I left my law practice 22 years ago to get into the music biz.
Originally Posted by Ampguy
Last edited by LSchefman; 08-07-2013 at 04:27 PM.