A Little Evening Vinyl Wax

Evening set in, and the living room coffee table needed a touch of backstage preparation. Beside a stack of art magazines sat an unopened pack of glossy foil guitar picks and an empty brass coaster. I strutted over, leaned against a hardbound spine, and nudged three polished silver picks out across the dark wood with my plush heel. Spreading them in an overlapping fan, they caught the amber lamp glow just right. When I slid the brass coaster on top to hold the arrangement, it locked in with a tight, dry clink. Every proper lounge requires sharp stage accessories.