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Before anyone decides to take her home, I go into the music store to get up and personal with the Les Paul. The shop owner, an , looks up from the book he's reading and greets me with a bit of a grunt and a nod. I nod back to acknowledge his presence. Anyway, I make a right and look at the axe perched ever so gently in front of the shop window. Man, do I want to have something like this! As I crouch down to observe the guitar in-depth, I feel someone tapping my shoulder. “You like this guitar, yes?” a thick accented voice asks.
“I look that obvious, huh?” I stand up and rub the back of my head, a bit embarrassed. The shop owner points at my guitar case and nods, grinning a bit. “You are musician, no?” I nod. “Yeah, been playing on and off for nearly a decade now.” The man raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Wow, you play for long time. You show?” He motions his hand towards the guitar on display. “You try. I see.” I’m astonished, this man trusts a stranger with a valuable looking guitar? “Uh, okay…” I sling the guitar over my shoulder and check to make sure the guitar isn’t out of tune. The man realizes something and puts up a finger. “You wait, I get one more thing.” A moment later, he’s back with an amp - this guy is something else, I’ll give him that. He plugs it into an outlet in the wall, prompting me to plug the guitar’s cord into the amp.
“Okay, you play now.” I nod, and listen closely to the music playing from the store’s speakers. “Up next, we’ve got a classic tune from The Cult. Coming up later in the hour, find out how you can win tickets to see ‘Queens of the Stone Age’ live in Inspira City! But for now, we’ll be bringing the tunes on Inspira City’s Number One rock station: 105.6 Scraggy Sound.” I hear a ...
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