“That is a beautiful old Martin.” I remarked. XXX Her voice was so incredibly beautiful and the emotions so powerful. When she turned her back to the audience, which she did a few times, you could catch a glimpse of a rose tattooed on her left shoulder. Shortly afterwards I was informed that Cheryl would be starting a tour of the country to promote her latest CD. “Back to my hotel.” Was her response, “You don’t mind, I hope?”
I didn’t mind and made that perfectly clear. The guitar is old and quite a valuable classic. By the time she was a teenager she knew how to play literally hundreds of folk songs on guitar. “What did you think?” She asked in an inquisitive tone.
