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ff.net(currently not uploading for me)When Greg first saw the acoustic sitting behind the counter at the music store he and Mycroft had browsed in on their day off together, he instantly fell in love. He could have easily spent an hour just standing and staring at it, much to his partner’s amusement.
“Myc, it was a Martin D45,” he kept repeating, as if that explained it. It did, though. It was all he needed to say. It was one of the best acoustic guitars out there, one of the most expensive, and fucking hell he’d always wanted one.
Maybe he was pining over it a bit. He was allowed to. It was beautiful and it would never be his, but it was the closest he’d ever gotten to one before and he would treasure it as much as he could. He was dying to play it, but he didn’t have the guts to ask to. An acoustic like that, you wouldn’t be demoing it in store unless you were putting down the cash for it right the and there.
He went back at least once a week, when his schedule would allow, so he could admire it some more. He bonded with the older clerk that usually worked there, who had so many wonderful stories of his past and some of the insane adventures he’d had with famous musicians. He was awesome. When it was slow, they would play together. Greg had a blast. He hadn’t had so much fun musically since he was in his 20s, and it made him feel a bit younger again.
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