75 Godiva, Friday afternoon

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Eliot had handwavily spent the week looking up tips for teaching guitar. He was self-taught, himself -- other than the tips he'd gotten from Kaye-Lynn during his very brief tenure as a country music sensation -- and it was a skill he'd picked up young enough that he didn't 100% remember how he'd gone about it. It was good to review some of the bare basics for himself, and besides, it'd been forever since he and Kathy had had their regular teaching sessions. He'd rather missed them.

He'd picked up a fancy auto-tuner so they wouldn't have to spend their whole first lesson on tuning by ear -- they could cover that later -- and a variety of beginners chord books in different musical styles, since he wasn't sure yet what kind of music she'd want to play. Probably not the early American standards or country-western classics that he'd first learned. Though he'd probably try to sneak some Hank Williams or Johnny Cash in there somewhere.

He was, in fact, warming up with some Johnny Cash while he waited for Kathy to arrive. He really had been everywhere, after all.

[ooc: for Kathy and the partners, though if anyone else has a burning desire to visit, that's okay too]

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"I only dance with boys who look like him," Kathy said. "I keep hoping they'll call me, maybe, on Friday."

Those songs should all be old enough for Eliot to recognize!

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"Hot damn," Eliot responded, dry as a bone. "I bet then you call the police and a fireman."

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Kathy beamed at him with pride. Modern music! "It's a night I won't remember," she promised, "but I'm the one they can't forget."

Which was true enough in its own way.