He Is Hitting the Notes
The tenant’s boyfriend is visiting today. She accepted the visitor in the living room area since they are not allowed to bring them in the room. (Sometimes they do – they do the sneaky moves – you know what I mean)
Well, anyway he is sitting right in front of me since I am working in the living room – I hate working in my room. The other tenant handed him the guitar. He checked the strings – he inspected it saying, this needs tuning. I raised my eyebrows, two eyebrows. When he started strumming the instrument – I quietly say, let’s see. He’s playing a familiar tune. I knew it – Hotel California. He nailed it on the head. He is hitting the notes, dude! He continued to play with the guitar; he’s on his third song.
Oh boy, he’s having a concert now. He is on his 5th song. I don’t know how many songs for this first set. Hahaha. Feels like I am in a bar with live band playing. What’s missing? Yeah, drinks!