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If someone were to have told her that the very Fox Hendrix would be sitting in front of her one day, talking to her as if they were friends, she’d have never believed them. Not even with her parent’s money would that have been an option (then again, they probably wouldn’t have indulged her in such a privilege). But he had showed up one day at the cafe she worked at with his guitar in hand, and she had found out that he would be doing a few gigs there every now and then. She was starstruck. Autumn had eventually mustered up the courage to talk to him (which helped when things died down and they were part of the handful of people left during the end of the night) and somehow landed herself private guitar lessons too. It was thanks to him that she could reignite her love for the guitar-- and also not play as terribly as she used to. ❝ Wait, can you show me how you played that part again? Something sounds off when I do it... ❞