This is a Fallout Fan Story. I have had experience before writing these and am now taking the time to develop a certain character and have music play a huge role. Fallout would not be Fallout without all the music. I do not own anything from Fallout and am just creating fan fiction.

Prologue:

I have an acoustic guitar. An electric was seemingly worthless at this point. It had refined curves and an endless, brown trim. The wood was golden and the Nevada sun had seasoned it.

"Hey!" The man snapped.

"Ya sorry, we got a deal." I was too busy admiring the guitar but now I was sad to see it go.

Music, dancing, and talking were all I had left. In a desperate attempt to forget without all the drinking I purged myself of all memories. 500 caps was hardly worth the beauty alone but after all the maintenance and work put into it, it was at least worth 2,500 caps. The train to Washington was leaving tomorrow at 3PM sharp. With the 1,009 oddly numbered caps I had acquired through trade and the 350 cap fee I would have some left over to pay for necessities. June is the name. After being born in June it was the best my parents could come up with. They always joked that they were too poor to afford a better one. I packed up and hit the road. Anyone else in my situation would've done the same and now it was time for something new.