Flashback: our senior year of high school. The band and chorus went on a joint trip to NYC.
One night in the hotel. Jamming on an acoustic guitar, with my Future Wife.
It's late. We're not really supposed to be there. In the lobby of what we thought was a random floor.
Out of a nearby elevator comes a large flock of people. All teachers and chaperones. Busted. We expect to be scolded and sent to bed, but they stumble past.
A few minutes later, Dr. Stefanov and his wife come strolling peacefully past, holding hands. They smile and tell us it sounds Beautiful.
We can't believe it and now we're smiling too and keep playing, with the gusto that comes from unsolicited encouragement...
until a hotel guest comes right up to us all angrily with the whole Do You Know What Time It Is bit and WHAT IF I TOLD YOUR TEACHERS and we say,
"man... you just missed them, they requested Beatles songs..."
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