My first guitar was a beautiful Ibanez, acoustic electric. I remember going with my dad to buy it and was so excited to finally have, My own guitar! The guitar treated me well, I played on it for a good 7 years both at church, at friends houses, at bible studies and for writing my first songs. Well, one day, about 4 years ago, I was at church leading the worship band and just getting ready to have a good day! I set my guitar down on it's stand and went to the back of the room to fill my water bottle, yes I filled it with water, and I hear this huge "THUD" sound from the stage. I didn't think too much of it seeing how my band was always moving around and being loud. But when I finally approached the stage and looked up at what made the sound, my heart sank. There on the floor lay my guitar, face down; it had fallen on the ground. My back up singer had casually walked through and instead of walking over the guitar chord, she somehow knocked the guitar right off it's stand. I picked up and looked over it's wounds; the neck of my guitar had been sliced in half, a gash about 8 inches long, it looked horrible! The guitar was never again to be played. It now sits string-less in it's old case, or as now call it; it's coffin.
Well, it took a while to save up the money again to buy a new guitar. And this time, I thought to myself, this time, I'm going to do it right! I bought myself the most stunning, beautiful Martin DCME dreadnot, acoustic electric with the most amazing sound. I have now played on that guitar for over 3 years now and still get a little tingle of excitement when I play it! It has the wonderful aroma, a scent I completely associate with music, relaxation, fun and having a good time.
I love my guitar!
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