The night after my grandmother's funeral, my uncle Scott and my cousin Jacob got together and started jamming. Every came to the room to the listen, and my great-aunt Janet got to listen up close.
I've heard Scott play the guitar his whole life, and he's always been really good, but that night was singular.
Absolutely brilliant -- he and Jacob were on fire.
When I heard them playing, I walked into the doorway, and I instantly knew I had my shot.
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