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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

The next day, Jonathan walked around the house on the cordless phone, telling his parents, talking to his agent, telling a college friend who worked in film but was in London for a movie shoot for the next two months, all while he wrapped his cups and plates in newspaper and stacked them in a box.

“Can I ask you a huge favor?” he said, when he was between phone calls.