greeting Zayne like he's known him his whole life. After a brief conversation between the two men, they both turn to face me as I explain to the man, who I now know as Beck, what exactly I'm looking for.
Zayne wanders the store while Beck shows me all the different acoustic guitars he has, explaining the pros and cons of each instrument before moving on to the next. Eventually we come across a black Fender guitar that has red detailing and I immediately fall in love. It's a CD-60 basic six string acoustic and while it's one of the cheaper guitars, it's absolutely perfect for me.
Zayne reappears as Beck is handing me the guitar and letting me feel it out. He looks at the price tag and then back at me as if I have completely lost my mind.
“What?” I question, suddenly fearing that five hundred dollars is too much.
“That's pretty cheap. You sure you don't want something, I don't know, a little better in quality.” He asks, clearly confused.
“It's not about the price. It's about the piece and I love this one.” I say, not willing to discuss the matter further. Here I was worried he thought it cost too much, not the other way around.
Making my way to a wooden bench that sits along the back wall, I prop the guitar on my leg and strum a couple of chords. I listen to the sound bounce off the walls of the small space as I tune the guitar and then strum a couple more strings.
The men make their way to the counter while I play around with the guitar, eventually strumming out the notes to Imagine Dragons “Demons” A song I have been dying to strip down and play bare bones. Having not played it before and going strictly off memory, I fumble my way through the first few notes and then eventually find my rhythm.
I lose myself for a few minutes, loving the feeling of the guitar under my hands. Of the notes vibrating through my ears. “We're all set.” Zayne's voice cuts into my concentration and I immediately stop strumming to look up at him.
He's watching me curiously, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “I've never heard that song played that way before. I like it.” He says, nodding his head in approval.
“I was just messing around.” I say, standing. Beck reappears, laying a case out on the counter and gesturing for me to hand him the guitar.
Once he has everything I need packed away in the case, me and Zayne exit the shop with me holding my new guitar tightly against my chest. It's not the easiest way to carry a guitar but right now I am just so happy that I own my very own guitar, I want to hold it as closely to me as I can.
Zayne gives me a questioning look and then his mouth turns up in a slow smile. “You're adorable you know that?” He says, lightly laughing at the way I am clinging to the guitar. “Here, let me.” He says, prying the case from my fingers and securing it in his hand.
“Thank you.” I say, a little taken aback by how quickly his demeanor has changed. What started out as aggravation and annoyance at some point seems to have molded into something else entirely.
He doesn't speak again until we reach the restaurant and after handing the valet my ticket, Zayne waits until my car pulls around before sliding my new guitar into the backseat.
“Hey Zayne.” I call out, just as he starts to walk away. He turns back towards me, his face unreadable. “Thank you... for everything. I really appreciate it.” I say, forcing down the words I really want to say to him.
“No problem Grace. You can pay me back by dedicating your first hit to me.” He says on a wide smile.
“Well that's not gonna happen but maybe I can play you “Demons” sometime. Once I master it of course.” I say, my smile stretching across my face.
“I'd like that.” He says, smiling back at me just as widely before throwing me a wave and walking away. Wishing I could stretch the moment out longer, I sigh and then slide into the drivers seat of my car before heading towards my apartment.
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Zayne wanders the store while Beck shows me all the different acoustic guitars he has, explaining the pros and cons of each instrument before moving on to the next. Eventually we come across a black Fender guitar that has red detailing and I immediately fall in love. It's a CD-60 basic six string acoustic and while it's one of the cheaper guitars, it's absolutely perfect for me.
Zayne reappears as Beck is handing me the guitar and letting me feel it out. He looks at the price tag and then back at me as if I have completely lost my mind.
“What?” I question, suddenly fearing that five hundred dollars is too much.
“That's pretty cheap. You sure you don't want something, I don't know, a little better in quality.” He asks, clearly confused.
“It's not about the price. It's about the piece and I love this one.” I say, not willing to discuss the matter further. Here I was worried he thought it cost too much, not the other way around.
Making my way to a wooden bench that sits along the back wall, I prop the guitar on my leg and strum a couple of chords. I listen to the sound bounce off the walls of the small space as I tune the guitar and then strum a couple more strings.
The men make their way to the counter while I play around with the guitar, eventually strumming out the notes to Imagine Dragons “Demons” A song I have been dying to strip down and play bare bones. Having not played it before and going strictly off memory, I fumble my way through the first few notes and then eventually find my rhythm.
I lose myself for a few minutes, loving the feeling of the guitar under my hands. Of the notes vibrating through my ears. “We're all set.” Zayne's voice cuts into my concentration and I immediately stop strumming to look up at him.
He's watching me curiously, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “I've never heard that song played that way before. I like it.” He says, nodding his head in approval.
“I was just messing around.” I say, standing. Beck reappears, laying a case out on the counter and gesturing for me to hand him the guitar.
Once he has everything I need packed away in the case, me and Zayne exit the shop with me holding my new guitar tightly against my chest. It's not the easiest way to carry a guitar but right now I am just so happy that I own my very own guitar, I want to hold it as closely to me as I can.
Zayne gives me a questioning look and then his mouth turns up in a slow smile. “You're adorable you know that?” He says, lightly laughing at the way I am clinging to the guitar. “Here, let me.” He says, prying the case from my fingers and securing it in his hand.
“Thank you.” I say, a little taken aback by how quickly his demeanor has changed. What started out as aggravation and annoyance at some point seems to have molded into something else entirely.
He doesn't speak again until we reach the restaurant and after handing the valet my ticket, Zayne waits until my car pulls around before sliding my new guitar into the backseat.
“Hey Zayne.” I call out, just as he starts to walk away. He turns back towards me, his face unreadable. “Thank you... for everything. I really appreciate it.” I say, forcing down the words I really want to say to him.
“No problem Grace. You can pay me back by dedicating your first hit to me.” He says on a wide smile.
“Well that's not gonna happen but maybe I can play you “Demons” sometime. Once I master it of course.” I say, my smile stretching across my face.
“I'd like that.” He says, smiling back at me just as widely before throwing me a wave and walking away. Wishing I could stretch the moment out longer, I sigh and then slide into the drivers seat of my car before heading towards my apartment.
I text Alec a
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