My Fallen Angel
Another boring day at work. Don't get me wrong, I love working at a guitar shop. Guitars are my life. Well, other than music, that is. But, when business is slow and there's not a lot of people coming in, it can be pretty boring. The only upside to it is that I can play my guitar at free will without anyone interrupting me. I sat in my chair, practicing a certain guitar part I've been trying to get a hold of for a while now. I was trying to play Jake Pitt's solo in The Legacy. It was really hard, but the more I practice, the more I get a hold of it. I kept playing, not hearing the little bell going off as someone walked in. Just as I stopped to write down more notes, I noticed the man that had walked in. I turned around and placed my guitar back on the rack.
"You're a very talented guitar player," the man said.
"Thank you very much."
I turned around and was met with a pair of brown eyes staring back at me. His eyes sent chills up my spine. It was the man who started it all. The reason I got into playing guitar in the first place. Jake Pitts. I smiled, hiding the complete and utter shock and happiness I had from seeing him in my store.
"Anything I can help you with, Mr. Pitts?"
"Please, just call me Jake. And, no, not really. I'm just browsing for now. Thank you."
"My name is Mia, by the way."
"Alright, thanks, Mia."
He walked around, gazing at the different guitar models. I got an idea, and walked into the back. There was a very special model guitar that we hadn't sold, and were going to get rid of soon. As much as I wanted it, I couldn't afford it. I picked up the guitar with the slick, glossy, black body. I smiled at it as I brought it back into the store. Jake turned around and gasped at the sight of the guitar.
"Is that yours?"
"Sadly, no. It's just a model we're getting rid of soon since no one will buy it."
I handed it to him and he handled it carefully. I smiled as he played a rift on the guitar. It sounded so angelic on the guitar. He smiled and gently handed it back to me.
"That's very nice!"
"You want it? No one else is going to buy it."
"Well, if it's okay, I would like the guitar."
"No problem! You also get a discount since it's been out of display for a while."
I rung up the guitar for him and he payed me. I grabbed the guitar case it came in and gently place the guitar inside. Jake took the case and slowly slung the strap around his shoulder.
"Thanks again, Mia. Hey, this probably sounds stupid, but, do you wanna play guitars together some time? I'd love to hear more of your skills."
I was freaking out, my heart hammering inside my chest. My role model, Jake Pitts, just asked me to hang out. I smiled, hiding my inner fan girl, and gave him a piece of paper with my number on it.
"Sure! Text me whenever you wanna hang out!"
He smiled and waved goodbye to me. When he walked out of the store, I began freaking out. I almost never scream and jump around like a girly girl, so, this was strange for me. I sat back in my chair and sighed happily.
One of the best days of my life.