I was getting used to this. More and more. I liked the singing, who didn't? I just hated the business, the bureucracy, but I liked the money. I didn't really see how that was a problem though. Joan...she was coming up here soon. Even if she didn't know it. I took a deeper breath and let it out into the mic.
<i>"Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, bury the rag deep in your face for now's the time for your tears."</i> I smiled as the I hit out the final chords on my guitar and harmonica before smiling out into the crowd. They were applauding and I felt like the king again. You really couldn't help enjoying this.
"I wann call...oh come on. Okay, she's coming out now. I wanna bring out..." I smiled and chuckled into the mic as I saw her shaker her head, her hair fluttering under the lights. "Joan Baez," god, she looked beautiful.