I had a guitar teacher when Dan and I were staying in Vero Beach, and not that I remembered his name, but he was a nice chap and he was great at teaching guitar. When we left Vero Beach, I was bummed out that I wouldn’t get to learn with him anymore, and then used that as an excellent excuse to stop practicing guitar, but really it was because guitar is hard and it hurts my fingers and I’m never going to be Jimi Hendrix so what is the point anyway?
In a horror movie, the guitar teacher is stalking you across the country