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My uncle´s Guitar Collection
The first time I heard a guitar scream that beautiful was when I went to my uncle´s music room. There they were, infinite guitars hanging on the wall and resting on the floor. Each guitar had its own color and shape. Luis, that was his name, loves playing electric and acoustic guitar, he has been playing since he had a memory. I saw him lifting his Paul Reed Smith Guitar, a beautiful Blood orange P24 TREM, as if God was trying to take it from his flaming hands. A reindeer blue light blinded my left-eye sight. It was one of the most beautiful guitars I´ve ever seen. “Fatima”, that was the name written on the neck of the guitar. The ESP Horizon rested in its case on the floor. I could see my reflection in it. God himself must have made this guitar. Hiding in the white wall, the snow blew. The guitar must have lived thousands, if not countless of winters. The intense white reflected a calm but fierce power within its soul. The Iceman; its unique shape told me this guitar wasn’t like any of the other guitars I have laid my hands on. A signature, colored black, helped me notice the hanging Iceman; this particular mark was from the famous power metal guitarist, Sam Tottman. As I turned my head, I was hypnotized for what I saw. The wildest of the guitars. The father of the scream. Its only existence was enough for me to fall for those black and yellow rings. I felt like if a wasp stung me in the eyes and forced me to look to nothing but the wild but pleasing pain of its venom running through my blood. The Gibson, but not any Gibson, was next to the wooden door. That wild guitar was known as the bulls-eye. Maybe it was known for that thanks to its incredible power to capture your attention and making you a target of its wild desires to be played. This wild creature brought a monster back to life: Frankenstein. My uncle passion for collecting guitars brought him to his greatest but not last achievement. Played and signed by Eddie Van Halen himself. This red guitar splashed with white and black paint was surrounded by nothing but light. A glass box protected Frankenstein from getting damaged. It must had cost hundreds of thousands. The most innocent of all was looking to be tamed. Taylor was her name. Made of soft ovangkol/spruce wood. That was the most beautiful acoustic guitar in the room. It was not like any other guitar, this one didn’t scream, but rang. It rang attractive melodies, like Romance, Cathedral, Classical Gas, Malagueña, Recuerdos de Alambrada, among others. That was his favorite one.
