I made a note on my laptop to order fifteen-foot guitar cables, banjo strings, and a condenser microphone. After carrying the computer back to my office and locking it up, I grabbed my backpack and headed out the side door that led to the Music Room.
I glimpsed the light coming from the small office that belonged to Evan. Through the glass door, I saw him working away on his computer. Once I made my way across the empty space—since there were no shows tonight—I went out the back door. It was cold outside, but at least the wind wasn’t blowing like it had been earlier. I wrapped a warm gray scarf around my neck, tucked my hands into the pockets of my jacket, and headed home.
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