“Look at this video,” she said as she came over to me with her cell phone locked and loaded.
I watched some dude singing and playing guitar (pretty well actually) some obscure C/W song. Then I recognized said dude. He was a rather familiar face—I had already made a couple of ‘patrols’ and had noticed this guy unloading some shit from his truck in the parking garage. He looked a little (very little) like Garth Brooks, but still…
“Uh, isn’t that one of the construction workers, working here on the renovation of the Hotel?”
“Good eye,” Jenna said. “Yes.”
“Your boyfriend?” I asked.
“Kinda,” she said.
Well damn, I thought, there goes MY plan and hopes Dashed (Jenna was VERY attractive, long slightly blonde / brunette hair, sleepy eyes—and probably too young for me—but what the hell. I am an optimist.)
“He’s not from Memphis is he?”
“No,” she said. “Texas.”
“So, he’s just living here in the hotel as the renovation work is going on?”
“Yes.” And then she added quickly, “He’s also a rodeo cowboy.”
“I see.” I said. “And what’s your story?”
“I have a degree in classical music,” she said. “I can play several musical instruments: Violin, the viola, the cello and the double bass”
“Yet, you like country and western?”
“Yes. I love all music.”
“Me too. Got any more on that phone of yours?”
“Yep. Sure do. Gimme a sec.”
“Can you sing as well?” I asked while she was searching on her phone.