Jon hit the town in a big way. He walked from store to store, checking out the merchandise in each, talking to different people on the streets as he strolled by. For the first time in a long time, he was genuinely content with himself.
Then he saw her.
"It...it couldn't be. That's..." Straight ahead of him, in the window of the pawn shop, was the guitar he used during his very last gig; his lucky
seven-string Ibanez.
Jon walked very carefully into the shop. The owner looked up and grunted a 'hello,' mostly just to acknowledge the customer, then looked back down at his magazine. Jon walked over to the guitar and raised a hand to grab it, but the owner of the store stopped him.
"That there's a special item. Nobody touches it but me. Got it?" Hesitantly, Jon nodded in agreement, and the owner took it down from its stand.
"What we have here is an Ibanez RG Series 7-string electric guitar, in Vintage Violin colour. It's a bit used, but I've allowed a few people to test it out, and it plays really well. Would you care to give it a try?" Jon's face lit up and he grabbed at the guitar, but quickly withdrew his hand.
"How...how much are you asking for it?" The shop owner thought for a moment for a fair price, consulting a book on guitars that he kept on a shelf behind the glass jewelry case.
"Normally these kinds of guitars would go for about ¥180,000, but since it's obviously been used before, I believe half that would be a fair price." Jon looked down, a bit upset that he hadn't seen the guitar sooner.
"However..." the man grinned. "I've got a little wager going with some of my friends. They think a guitar like this will never be sold, because it belonged to a murderer." He shoved the guitar in Jon's hand and stepped out back to grab an amp and cords, and motioned for him to step over.
Murderer?The owner handed one end of the guitar cord to Jon, which he plugged into the guitar. The other end was plugged into the amp, which the owner switched on.
"If you can play well enough to impress me, I'll
give you that guitar. The money I win from the wager will more than pay the difference." The owner grinned a wider grin than before, and stepped back to give Jon some space. Jon checked each string to make sure it was in tune. When he was sure of the tuning, he pressed his fingers on the fretboard, and grabbed a pick that was handed to him by the owner.
"Here goes nothing..." Jon's fingers started sliding up and down the strings as he
played his favourite cover song. The owner of the shop stood in awe, completely astounded by the virtuosity of Jon's playing. About two minutes later, he stopped Jon and grabbed a carrying bag. He unhooked the equipment and handed him the bag.
"The guitar's yours. I've never heard anybody play as well as you can. I hope you enjoy it." Jon stuck the guitar into the bag and carefully threw it over his back.
"Have a good day. Appreciate doing business with you! Oh, by the way, what's your name?" Jon turned around and smiled.
"Johnathan. But call me Jon." The owner chuckled and waved.
"Well then, I'll see you in the future, Jon. We should get together sometime." Jon nodded and walked out the door.
This day just keeps getting better and better...((Thus ends yet another wall of text RP post. I swear I should write a book.))
