“Wow, this is a nice place. I guess you’re doing pretty okay for yourself.”
The large living room was a music haven. Posters dotted the wall, and three guitars stood on stands in the corner next to a black leather couch. A stereo system and CDs consumed a wooden shelving unit, while stacks of sheet music nearly hid the bench in front of an electric keyboard.
“Here.” Austin guided him to the couch closest to the guitars. “Play whatever you want. I’ll be right back.”
Gage stared at the selection reverently, barely noticing the door clicking shut behind him. He moved his hand from left to right, his fingers hovering over the beautiful choices before he finally settled on a Gibson acoustic. It had a smaller, lighter body, made of darkly burnished wood. Gage had never owned a Blues King, but
