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“Weird,” he muttered. His voice sounded lower. Grittier.

Freddie Robinson (the accountant) played for forty-five minutes. When he finished, the room was silent. Then a man in a vintage leather jacket stood up.

“Where’d you learn the ‘Off The Cuff’ lick?” the man asked.

Freddie froze. The man’s face was weathered, but his eyes were young. Hungry. Familiar.

At work, he couldn’t focus on spreadsheets. Numbers looked like chord charts. The quarterly report column B? That was a B-flat minor 9th. His boss, a man named Gerald who wore bow ties, asked for a pivot table. Freddie picked up a stapler and played it like a slide guitar. “Relax, baby,” Freddie whispered, and winked. He’d never winked in his life.

The bluesman shrugged. “You keep the music. I keep the mortgage. But Friday nights?” He nodded toward the stage. “Those are mine.”

“So what now?” the accountant asked.

Freddie Robinson hadn’t meant to download it. It popped up as a banner ad while he was trying to close eighteen tabs of guitar tabs:

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