Life of guitar

I've been in this store forever. The people who made me were nice to bring me to a good store but it is boring. Everyone that walks through the door from when it opens till it closes goes straight to the electric guitars. This morning was different, a boy came in curious to see what the store had to sell and walked to me. I was so happy that when he came about two feet away I fell over making a loud enough sound that the sleeping guy behind the counter woke up startled. It took about six minutes for me to realize that the boy had left in fear that he would get in trouble. I spent the rest of that day laying face down wondering why he didn’t bother to pick me up. When the store closed I was so mad that I blew it and I was so close to being played or bought. They next day went by and it was a complete blur. Eventually it was the next day and I was planning on doing the same as yesterday. I was about to space out the bell on the door rang. A women walked in and behind her was her son, the boy for yesterday. I watched them walk around a little till the woman asked the man at the counter how much the guitars were. The man said it depends if you want an electric guitar or an acoustic guitar. The boy said “mom over here” and I watched the woman follow her son to the acoustic guitars. The boy grabbed me and told his mom he liked me. The man said “would you like to try it out?” the man grabbed a chair for the boy and then he played. I thought to myself at least I’m in tune because I think my maybe new owner needs to catch up on his notes. I was happy to hear that he would be buying me and taking me home to learn more notes and how to play more songs. We got to the house and it was beautiful, the best part was that my stand was more comfortable. I waited three days before he played me again, this time I was relaxed so it was easier for him to play me. It sounded so much better than the last, it was getting better each time he played me. I really enjoyed being in my new home, it was a lot better than spending every day in a boring store. As the days went by, the boy who owned me kept getting better and better, now every time he plays me can’t wait what he is going to play next. I f he plays a sad song with low notes it makes me unhappy, if he plays a happy song with high notes it makes me happy, that is how my emotions work. One winter when the family went away on vacation I was very cold and became very stiff. When my owner came back he tried playing me and one of my strings broke, it hurt really bad. I had to go back to the store the next day and get fixed. It tickled a little bit but I felt much better when the boys mom came to pick me up and take me home. I waited all day and when he got home from school he sat down and he played me and I bet I sounded better than I did before. It only took a couple days before he stopped playing me again, I was upset, days turned into months. I watched him come everyday and not even bother to look my way, it made me cry. I don't remember how long it was from that day because it is something I didn’t want to remember, but one day the boys mom walked into the room and sat down. The woman looked at me for a good 15 minutes before calling her son down to the room O was in, she asked him why he hasn’t played me and he said it was because he was too busy. It took 20 minutes of convincing but finally the woman got her son to play me, it was really good, he played every song he knew to his mother. When he finished he realized how much he loves the guitar and now he plays me all the time.