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The shop owner, whose name tag read Arthur, nodded approvingly. "Ah, the 1970s dreadnought. She’s got a lot of stories in her." Arthur walked over to the window, carefully lifted the guitar from its stand, and brought it over to the counter.

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. buy guitar

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 shop owner, whose name tag read Arthur,

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. Leo sat on a stool and positioned the guitar on his knee

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.

He stood in front of "Marley’s Music," a cramped shop squeezed between a bakery and a hardware store. Through the dusty glass window, he saw it. The guitar wasn't a shiny, brand-new model. It was a used, sunburst acoustic with a few noticeable scratches on the body and a slight fade where the previous owner's arm must have rested for hundreds of hours.

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.