Nineteen

The song “Hotel California” was playing in the bus. The girl in front of me, Jenny, started tapping her fingers to the song’s famous guitar solo.

“Do you play guitar?”

“Oh, no…”

Then, “My mom actually dated the guitarist for this band. Like, the bass guitarist. They broke up because he wanted to go into the Hollywood scene, but my mom wanted to stay in Palm Springs. That’s where she met my dad.”

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