The Guitarist #3

Avatar Author: Charlie K Charlie K was a single celled organism who had grown on the side of a test tube in an alchemist’s laboratory. His life was a simple one, and Charlie was not happy with it at all. One day the Sultan summoned the famous al... Read Bio

Vince threw his toolbox in the back of the car, having finally convinced Mrs. Heffernan that he really was full and that he really did have to go. He walked around the car and climbed in. When he cranked it up, Led Zeppelin’s “Good Times, Bad Times” started playing.

“Awesome! My favorite song!” he said to himself.

His guitar, a black Gibson Les Paul, rested in the seat beside him. He reached over and strummed the open strings. Vince loved his guitar almost as much he loved Carla. He bought it when he was 12. He had to get a job cutting grass to buy it. It was worn in, scratched up, and beat to hell. It was the kind of worn-in that makes a guitar look better, look more loved.

It had been a part of him ever since he bought it. Vince played it everyday. If he wanted to get a certain sound out of it, he knew exactly what knobs to turn and what strings to hit. He could coax moans of pleasure or screams of absolute pain out of it.

He loved this guitar, almost like a father would love a son.

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  1. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    so.. with so much emphasis upon the guitar I can’t help but wonder if you intend to smash it.. that would be sad, but not unexpected this early in the game.

  2. Avatar Charlie K

    I don’t expect he’ll smash it but… I don’t know yet. I didn’t even mean to spend that much time on the guitar, but I’m glad I did. There’s also a little foreshadowing in this one…

  3. Avatar Mr.Gabriel

    I’m still super iffy on him talking aloud to himself, but that’s just me.

    Anyway, this was a good way to show his love for his guitar, though, I’m a little weirded out that he carries it around with him in his car. In the passenger no less.

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