Guitars and Sandcastles

"That's nice." She said nodding towards the guitar and really not wanting to talk about Doug. "Is it new?" Though clearly, it was, she was trying to make small talk.

Dante looked at the guitar again. "Sort of." he said, "It is but it isn't." he shrugged. "It's a bit of a Frankenstein monster of a guitar. Bits and pieces from other guitars, bought on the cheap from pawn shops, fixed up, new holes drilled so everything fits just right and then a new paint job." he said taking it from the stand and showing her. The paint was quite unique, depending on the light that hit it it's color shifted. A glitter flecked Galaxy Purple that in the right light looked Bubblegum Pink.

"Neck is one guitar, body is another and all the electronics another, tuners and nuts are from another. It's frankly a mess, and took me more time and money to make it sound good then it would have taken to just buying one that was pricy and pre-made but, unique guy like me needs a unique guitar."

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Meanwhile without Dante around to talk to Jocelyn was a bit stuck. She didn't really want to swim yet, maybe at all and she wasn't sure what everyone else was doing she wasn't in the talent show. It wasn't much but she had a small pail and a little plastic shovel. Cheap, she'd bought it for a few dollars. And to occupy herself she set out making sand castles. Maybe people would join, maybe Dante would be back soon, she just hopped bullies didn't kick sand in her face.

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