"The acoustic in the window," Leo said, his voice shaking slightly with excitement. "The sunburst one."
Behind the counter sat an elderly man with thick glasses and a gray beard, meticulously polishing the chrome hardware on an electric bass. He looked up and smiled warmly at Leo. buy guitar
Leo thanked the shop owner profusely, slung the gig bag over his shoulder, and walked out into the afternoon sunlight. He didn't just feel like he was carrying a piece of wood and steel; he felt like he was carrying his entire future. "The acoustic in the window," Leo said, his
Arthur reached under the counter and pulled out a soft gig bag, a tuner, and a handful of picks. He packed everything up and handed the bag to Leo. Leo thanked the shop owner profusely, slung the
Arthur looked at the pile of money, then looked back at the guitar, which was marked on the tag for one hundred and twenty dollars. He looked at Leo's hopeful but nervous eyes and saw the raw passion reflecting back at him. Arthur remembered being that same age, desperately wanting his first guitar.