i went to this music store with my dad (my ride). it was a considerable step up from the local music shops. pianos on the floor, guitars on the walls, racks of various musical instruments, so many accessories. i was overwhelmed, since alot of things in one place tend to overwhelm my senses. i looked around trying to find what i needed and not buy the items of my day dreams. i saw this rack of capos, oh man just the many brands and the colors. so many string sets all so many. i just got two sets of classical guitar strings, one string set for my folk guitar, solid brass bridge pins, super alkaline batteries for my chromatic tuner, and somehow got signed up for a mailing list. it's as if i were in this heaven.
there was this guitar that caught my eye, a classical guitar of course, it was a Cordoba. one of the sales people let me try out the Cordoba. OH, MY LORD IN HEAVEN, i was holding this $1000 guitar and i played "Minuet in A minor" sounded beautiful. i put it back promptly before i might somehow break it (paranoia). the fact that this man let a complete stranger hold and play this guitar, i wanted to say that i could not possibly even be worthy of such an instrument that i wasn't even going to buy.
when it was all over it felt like it was a dream yet i woke with items i had bought in the dream.