Short Stories
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Craig Milo Rogers
I was in the American Airlines terminal in Honolulu, waiting
for my flight back to Los Angeles, which was leaving an hour and 45
minutes late. A couple of guys walked into the waiting area, one of
them carrying a guitar case.
I asked, "Do you play blues?" The reply was, "Do you have a harp?" I pulled the Lee Oskar C harp out of my pocket, then the G, D and A harps from my backpack. We agreed on the key of E, and started to jam.
The waiting area quited down as we played. People moved closer to hear better. The two guys traded off on guitar, while I kept going on harp. We changed key to A. We kept our volume down, so we wouldn't appear to be too rowdy.
Finally, after 15-20 minutes of playing, the plane was ready for boarding, so we packed our instruments and got in line. For the rest of the flight, passengers and crew were complimenting me on the entertaining performance, and asking how long we'd practiced together!
I asked, "Do you play blues?" The reply was, "Do you have a harp?" I pulled the Lee Oskar C harp out of my pocket, then the G, D and A harps from my backpack. We agreed on the key of E, and started to jam.
The waiting area quited down as we played. People moved closer to hear better. The two guys traded off on guitar, while I kept going on harp. We changed key to A. We kept our volume down, so we wouldn't appear to be too rowdy.
Finally, after 15-20 minutes of playing, the plane was ready for boarding, so we packed our instruments and got in line. For the rest of the flight, passengers and crew were complimenting me on the entertaining performance, and asking how long we'd practiced together!
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