I don't know how, or why. And I don't care. I. I consider myself to be pretty calm and collected but people, B.B. King walked onto my stage last night. B.B. KING!! And he asked if he could jam with me! Like I'm going to say no!! (Well, to be honest, I couldn't say anything for what felt like minutes but which I'm assured was actually just a few seconds.)
B.B. KING.
B.B. KING.
I can die and go to heaven now, please and thank you.
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