Grid Loch/Griddle Lock/Girdle Lock

Reading a book.
I hear music coming from the street.
Figure its somebody's car stereo.
Go back to reading.
Now I hear music and guys laughing.
Looking out the window there's 4 guys
with musical instruments set up on the
sidewalk across the street.
A double bass a violin a mandolin and an acoustic
guitar. They're playing bluegrass music.
Another guy is filming them.
I go out to check them out.
As I hit the street a woman is coming in the
building. Out of nowhere she asks me to dance.
I oblige. 1,2,3. 1,2,3,
"Slow dancing, swaying to the music no else in the
whole wide world."
The boys are good.
The Creaking Tree String Quartet.
I just signed their first cd out of the library, but
I feel obligated somehow now to buy it.
And I will.
Bookmark my words.