On my 11th birthday, I got a guitar.It was amazing.It shined in the light;it sounded stupefying;it defied the laws of awesomeness;and it was bought at the the shop everyone knew, Music Zone.

I had bought it with my own money.Having saved up since I discovered my passion for the guitar, I had saved up for it for years, until I could finally spend it on the thing I had always dreamed for:a Stage Whipper.It was scarlet with a scar running down the side, and a whirlwhind aon the back.

But now it was out of tune...