Fender.

Nick screamed to himself as It's My Life's chorus played out directly from his earphones to his ears, thoroughly damaging his eardrums.

He was trundling in his dad's car, on the way to Court's Mammoth, for his mother had complained about getting a new bed. Or something like. It's My Life is pretty loud.

Anyway, Nick was slightly depressed. He had been out the whole day. Tuition in the morning, lunch, going around buying all sorts of stuff for mom, and after Courts Mammoth, they were going to the city. KL. All he wanted was to go home.

They arrived. Apparently, Courts Mammoth's entrance had been revamped. It was a glass building, so uniquely created, Nick should have known it wasn't the entrance to Courts. But aftr all, he was an idiot.

So he was there feeling sad and down when they reached the third floor. The doors opened and Nick still didn't notice. Then his dad put an arm around his shoulder. He thought he was going to get raped.

Then his dad said, "Happy birthday."

They were in Bentley's Guitar Studio.

An hour of trying and crying and thank you's later, Nick got himself a guitar.