Leo had been playing a borrowed, nameless acoustic with high action that made his fingers bleed. Today was the day that changed. He was here to buy his first real electric guitar, and in his mind, there was only one name that mattered: Fender.
Leo reached out and took the guitar. The weight was perfect, resting against his lap with a contour that felt like it was custom-molded for human ribs. He ran his thumb over the smooth maple fretboard. "Can I plug it in?" Leo asked. buy fender electric guitar
"Ah, the Strat," the owner said, wiping a smudge off the chrome hardware with his shirt sleeve. "She’s a 2014 Mexican standard. Previous owner traded it in because he wanted a keyboard. Can you believe that? Giving up a voice like this for plastic keys." Leo had been playing a borrowed, nameless acoustic