Ross:
"How long have we been here?" I ask, still staring up at the ceiling.
"Uh..and hour and fifteen." Jesse says. I groan, sitting up.
"So...what do you wanna do?" I ask.
"I'd like to know if your still good at guitar. " She says.
"Of course I am. I've only gained practice and experience over the years." I say.
"Prove it." She says.
"How?" I ask.
"Take out your guitar and play me a song." She says.
"What?" I ask.
"You heard me!" She laughs. I laugh too.
"Fine." I say. I start to take out my guitar.
"You know Hotel California?" I ask, getting settled.
"Who doesn't?" She asks.
"Okay, Hotel California it is." I say.
"Srenade me, Austin." She says, crossing her legs.
"Oh god. " I say.
Then I start.
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
"This could be Heaven or this could be Hell"
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain,
"Please bring me my wine"
He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine"
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax, " said the night man,
"We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave! "
I finish and she claps. I begin to put my guitar away.
"So...How am I?" I ask.
"Not too shabby." She says.
"Thanks." I laugh.
