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At the next jam session, Frankfurter immediately noticed the absence of Merlin’s usual guitar. “Hey, where’s the seven-string beast?” he asked, scanning the room for the familiar sight.
Merlin leaned against the amp, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Traded it,” he said casually, as if he hadn’t just swapped out a piece of their band’s identity.
“Traded it? For what?” Frankfurter’s eyes widened, a mix of shock and curiosity.
“For this,” Merlin replied, pulling out the old 1963 sunburst Stratocaster. “It’s got a story, man. This guitar,” he continued, running his hand over the worn body, “has seen more gigs and made more music than we’ve had hot dinners. It’s a piece of history.”
Frankfurter’s mouth hung open. “A '63 sunburst? That’s… that’s incredible!” He was practically vibrating with excitement. “I can’t wait to hear it. That guitar has probably got more stories than a library.”
Merlin nodded, plugging in the Strat. “Let’s make some new stories with it,” he said, and with a flick of his wrist, the studio was filled with the rich, warm tones of the vintage Stratocaster. It was as if the guitar had been waiting for this moment, to sing again under the hands of someone who appreciated its legacy
Merlin leaned against the amp, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Traded it,” he said casually, as if he hadn’t just swapped out a piece of their band’s identity.
“Traded it? For what?” Frankfurter’s eyes widened, a mix of shock and curiosity.
“For this,” Merlin replied, pulling out the old 1963 sunburst Stratocaster. “It’s got a story, man. This guitar,” he continued, running his hand over the worn body, “has seen more gigs and made more music than we’ve had hot dinners. It’s a piece of history.”
Frankfurter’s mouth hung open. “A '63 sunburst? That’s… that’s incredible!” He was practically vibrating with excitement. “I can’t wait to hear it. That guitar has probably got more stories than a library.”
Merlin nodded, plugging in the Strat. “Let’s make some new stories with it,” he said, and with a flick of his wrist, the studio was filled with the rich, warm tones of the vintage Stratocaster. It was as if the guitar had been waiting for this moment, to sing again under the hands of someone who appreciated its legacy