[He probably would have dozed off if he'd needed sleep, but he's just resting against the bushes and praying some poor gardener doesn't stumble across him before Joaquin does. His unease makes it hard to resist the urge to pick at his guitar, but he needs to keep quiet, which only serves to make him more anxious.
But then he hears his friend's voice, and now he's sitting up so fast he almost snags his shirt against a branch. He can make out Joaquin's imposing figure not too far from his hiding spot.]
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But then he hears his friend's voice, and now he's sitting up so fast he almost snags his shirt against a branch. He can make out Joaquin's imposing figure not too far from his hiding spot.]
Pssst! Over here!