I'm a beautiful instrument. While he was going on about sound quality and woods used in construction and all, the kid kept stroking me with his greasy, stubby, untalented little fingers. The sales guy was actually starting to convince him. I couldn't believe it. Maybe this kid is alright, I said to myself.
Every instrument wants to be bought and played.
I had been sitting on that guitar rack for months and was getting restless. Well, this kid definitely lacked skill, but I thought that he might have a little bit of passion, and given time and attention, the skill would grow. I started to get excited. Well, the kid was convinced. He went all out, too.