So you met Slash at the Gibson Lounge. We were just talking about signature SGs. There's no such thing as coincidence, Grace. I see you brought your '61 SG with the cosmetic tremolo. That must be your signature guitar. The woman with the hat standing behind Slash must be his wife or something. She must be making sure that Slashy-Washy doesn't get too comfortable with the Teenage Heartbreaker. Hm. You're at that age where pheromones go wild. You better start wearing perfume, Grace. Lots of it. Especially when meeting VIPs. And what about that ring, Grace? I notice he didn't invite you to jam with him. He probably didn't want to be upstaged by a 17 year old girl. Well you don't scare me, Grace Bowers! I spent last night putting down guitar tracks. It's frustrating to have to use a Belcat instead of a nice tube amp. Again I'm expected to fight with a plastic spoon instead of a battleship. But I must be patient.
When it comes to word of mouth, small talk is better than big talk. Just like a small spider is cuter than a big spider. There's a story of when prophet Muhammad (peace be on him) was on the run from a gang out to kill him. He and a close friend hid in a cave. Then a spider covered up the mouth of the cave with a web, and the gang passed it by. It must have been a small spider. Big spiders don't make webs.
