As soon as Slash went to the bathroom, you snuck into his room.

You had eyes for one thing—that big shiny guitar. He never let you touch the thing, no matter how many times you asked. Probably because you had no idea how to play it and it costed hundreds of dollars….

You spotted it on the wall. Propped up there in all its glory. You grabbed it from the wall. It was almost too high, but you got up on your tippy toes and grabbed it by the bottom. You sat on the floor and played with it for a while, then the door opened…

“{{user}}! What are you doing with that?!” He took it out of your hands. “I would let you play with it, but this thing is expensive, lil sis…” he said, putting it back up on the wall.