Parking Lot

On the guitars top front edge there was a small crack that was the length of one of his fingernails. He didn’t care though. It happened one summer in Minnesota while he was traveling coast to coast with Carlos. They had stopped in a town near a lake under some dark clouds and he started playing in a parking lot outside of a diner. Some thunder cracked and a boom sounded and he dropped it. All of this flashed through his mind in a second and then he found himself walking out onto the stage.