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The old man pushed his glasses up his nose and sighed dramatically. "Well, it just so happens that I am running a very strict, unadvertised clearance sale today. Only for left-handed people or people wearing blue shirts." Leo looked down at his faded blue t-shirt and grinned.

"The price for this specific guitar today," Arthur said with a wink, "is exactly seventy-eight dollars. Which leaves you with fifty cents for a soda on the way home."

Leo had precisely seventy-eight dollars and fifty cents tucked inside a weathered envelope. For six months, he had mowed lawns, raked leaves, and skipped school lunches to save up for his first real instrument. buy guitar

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.

"The acoustic in the window," Leo said, his voice shaking slightly with excitement. "The sunburst one." The old man pushed his glasses up his

Leo sat on a stool and positioned the guitar on his knee. He didn't know many complex songs, just a few basic chords his older brother had taught him on a borrowed instrument. He placed his fingers in the shape of a G-major chord and struck the strings.

Leo reached out and gently ran his fingers over the smooth, worn wood of the fretboard. The strings felt cool to the touch. "Can I try it?" Leo asked. "Be my guest," Arthur said, handing him a plastic pick. "The price for this specific guitar today," Arthur

The sound that filled the small shop was warm, rich, and full of sustain. It was infinitely better than the cheap, plastic-feeling guitars he had tried before. He transitioned to a C chord, then a D chord, losing himself completely in the resonance of the instrument. For a moment, the world outside the shop disappeared.