"Before meeting your mother, I hadn't touched my guitar for years. One day she called me and told me she was bored and one of her recently-made "friends" had just dropped their plans together so she had nothing to do. Turns out her new apartment was on the way of a music store I was about to sell my guitar, but I chose different.

I don't remember how the song was called... I knew it was from Jose Gonzalez, but it was one of my favorites. Your mother and I sat in that sofa for what seemed like an eternity, but it was okay. That guitar is with us until this day, you might recognize it as the one hanged in the studio..."