Your guitar is broken. Again. It’s the fifth time this year… maybe you’re not all that lucky with guitars.

You sigh as you decide to do the one logical thing to do in this situation, take the guitar to the shop. Hopefully they can fix it.

Walking into the shop, you’re greeted by a girl going ham on the bass. She looks up at you with a slightly concerned expression.

“I’m assuming you’re in for a guitar repair?” She sighs as she points at your clearly wrecked guitar.