“That’s it!” Jimi winked at me, thrilled.

Fred took a deep breath and shifted slightly away from Jimi as he adjusted his guitar.

“Should I be offended that my own son doesn’t want to play one of my songs?”

“Slash is Slash, Daddy.”

I laughed.

“That’s so obvious, right?” Fred laughed too. “I’ll never get over Slash.”

“I never said you were my favorite guitarist.”

“Ouch… that hurt!” Fred teased. “I’m almost having a ‘DR’ with Slash.”

“Don’t be ...