The next evening, a few of us went to a classical Guitar concert. The two boys I went with looked like harsh bikers. Tattoos, piercings, torn clothing, the whole works. Turns out that both have studied classical instruments and have their own respective bands. They knew how to appreciate and recognize the selections from the opera Carmen (the only one I recognized) and the other selections as well. Some were Spanish standards and others were well known in Latin America.
It was a lovely evening of being mesmerized by the intricate melding of two instruments. Beautiful.
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