He didn’t know how to play one. He’d never so much as seen one before. But the moment he held this guitar in his hands, he could feel something resonating inside of him – a feeling of… of… of something intangible. It wanted to get out, and the only way it could do so would be through this guitar.

Experimentally, he strummed the instrument. He had absolutely no way of knowing whether or not the guitar was in tune, but it certainly sounded good. It felt good – not just that tentative strum, but the feeling of holding the guitar. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he felt whole. He felt complete.

Over the following weeks, every moment where he wasn’t at work or asleep would be spent learning the play the instrument. He was determined to learn it from the inside out. All he wanted to do was to release the music that had been bottled up inside of him for so long. He wasn’t doing it to impress anyone, or to achieve any kind of fame. But as his talent grew, these things naturally followed.