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’s heart sank slightly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his roll of bills. He laid them out on the counter. "I have eight hundred flat. It's everything I've got."
The bell above the door chimed a dull brassy note as Leo stepped into the humidity of the pawn shop. The air inside smelled of dust and old wood. He had exactly eight hundred dollars in his pocket, saved from six months of overtime shifts at the warehouse. buy fender electric guitar
The shop owner looked at the cash, then looked at Leo's calloused hands and the look of pure longing in his eyes. He sighed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
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. Leo had been playing a borrowed, nameless acoustic
The notes didn't just play; they bloomed. The legendary "bell-like" chime of the neck pickup filled the small room, warm and rich, with just a hint of bite. He switched to the bridge pickup and dug in with his pick, producing a sharp, aggressive twang that made him grin. It was the exact sound of the records he loved. Leo looked up at the owner. "How much?" "Tag says eight-fifty," the man said, crossing his arms.
. It was painted in a faded sunburst finish, the classic three-color gradient that looked like a captured sunset. Leo’s heart sank slightly
Walking out onto the sidewalk, the gig bag strapped to his back felt lighter than air. Leo didn't care about the overtime or the months of eating instant noodles. He was carrying a piece of music history, and he couldn't wait to go home and write his own. Fender Stratocaster Go to product viewer dialog for this item.