I once attended a relative’s birthday party and saw a band playing. I was amazed—mesmerized—not just because of the hot band members playing but because of their cools guitars. As much as I loved and adored the looks of those guys, I’d choose their guitar over them!
I went to the backstage right after they performed and they cheerily smiled at me. They must have been thinking that I was there for an autograph, but what I really did was ask what the name of their guitar was. I found out that it was a seymour duncan seth lover set they bought outside town. I just took their autograph right after so that they wouldn’t feel that embarrassed.
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