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As, the bright white light illuminated the room I scanned the room and instantly my mouth dropped open. -Chapter 42
It was all over the walls, hanging.
It was beautiful.
All the shapes and forms of it.
The whole room was covered in guitars.
It was amazing.
I wanted to strum every single one.
"Damn, I didn't know you love guitars that much" Joe said surprised at Marcy's astonished face.
"Well they are gorgeous, really" I said and looked at them, gazing dreamily at the beautiful instruments.
"Do you play?" a man with Snow White hair pulled back into a ponytail with lilac eyes and a band shirt with blue skinny jeans asked.
"No, I never learned just kinda flowed with it but I'm no good" Marcy said flustered that she loved guitars so much yet couldn't even play one.
Simon could play a few cords and showed her but then one day a slime was attacking her and Simon and they had no choice but to use the guitar as a weapon.
"Well, there's some really good books that will teach you or a teacher depends on what you prefer" he said snapping me back to reality not realizing that I dazed off.
"So, if little missy isn't here for a guitar what can I do for you" he said leaning his body weight on the counter in front of him.
"Actually, we are going to get her a guitar of her choice and some learning books she's not much of a social one" Sasha said, I swear she just says the first thing that comes to mind.
"Really? You don't have to do that " I say surprise clearly evident in my voice.
"No,no you deserve it you're fun to hang with plus if we're always around bugging you, you'll be happy you have it plus you have such a passion for guitars" Bob said passionately.
"Pick anyone you want" Joe said as I scanned the room.
My eyes landed on it, the perfect one.
It was beautiful.
It was an electric guitar.
One half of it was icy blue and the other was a fiery red with a broken heart engraved on it.
It was crazy how symbolic this was to me.
While others only saw another guitar.
Icy blue meant Simon and fiery red was for me.
Simon stole half of my heart (the other half was stolen by Bonnie) and I stole half of his (Betty stole the other half of his) .
The broken heart told how Simon left me with a broken heart.
I had seen it for only a few seconds but I felt like I needed it.
"I need it" I say forgetting all manners snarling in a protective growl over the guitar.
I felt like I needed it, like I would need air, food, water, and shelter.