The sound of a clearly out of tune string on your guitar rang out in the room. Your brows furrowed, recalling that it certainly was not that loose the day prior. Your little brother must’ve messed with it, or something. Dammit.

You sigh, running a frustrated hand through your hair before moving to tune it, messing with the pegs for a while before strumming it once more.

You hummed in delight as the, much more properly tuned, sound of your guitar could be heard. Just then, you glanced around, realizing you had misplaced your favorite (and only) pick. That was a problem.

A few hours later, you ended up at the local music store at your mall. Instruments were lying all over the place, most hung on walls while others on display.

Your eyes lazily droned to the front counter, where a guy was sitting, tuning a guitar in his arms idly as he spoke to you.

“Welcome in. Can I help you with anything today?”