Time to Back Off

I called the movers again today, and hired the guitar player for another move. Except I didn't have anything to move. Call me desperate...

So he came into my office and I asked him if he would play guitar for me. He declined, saying he wasn't inspired. I asked him about the rumor the other mover had whispered in my ear, about him being a descendant of ____ _______. He turned away. I asked him if he would sign a release so I could post the video I took. He gave me a look that would melt the strings on my Epiphone.

He asked me if I was interested in him for some reason other than his music? I told him emphatically that I was not. I implored him to continue to further his gift, and to let me help. I asked him if he had a guitar and he said he didn't. I offered him mine. He called me desperate, and left. I still tipped him.

It's time to back off, but I can't. I'm a producer. I love music. I love rock guitar music. It's who I am.