The shop owner, whose name tag read Arthur, nodded approvingly. "Ah, the 1970s dreadnought. She’s got a lot of stories in her." Arthur walked over to the window, carefully lifted the guitar from its stand, and brought it over to the counter.

The old man pushed his glasses up his nose and sighed dramatically. "Well, it just so happens that I am running a very strict, unadvertised clearance sale today. Only for left-handed people or people wearing blue shirts." Leo looked down at his faded blue t-shirt and grinned.

Leo’s heart sank slightly as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the envelope. He counted the crumpled bills and loose change onto the glass counter. "I have seventy-eight dollars and fifty cents. Is that enough?"

"The acoustic in the window," Leo said, his voice shaking slightly with excitement. "The sunburst one."

Leo pushed the door open. A brass bell chimed overhead. The shop smelled heavily of aged wood, lemon oil, and old guitar amplifiers.