Scales    “Come in!” came a voice. Hurley went in and confronted a bald, well-built man in a wife-beater undershirt with an electric guitar strapped on, playing scales slowly, with no amplifier, to the tick-tock of a tall red metronome.  He didn’t stop when he saw Hurley.  He just nodded and said, “What do you…

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