-------Finally, my dad finally gets it for me on my 15th or 16th birthday I think, I don't remember; but he didn't even buy it new. He bought it used so it was kinda ******** up, but damn I love that guitar; I grew up with it. It had problems like high string action and fret buzz, stuff that I can easily fix now, but back then I didn't. I was still learning at that time.
-------You know how the guitar has like ******** sharp edges because of it's shape? That s**t use to stab me when I played it. It was as if like it was saying "You ain't ready to play me." That guitar and I had problems, but I took care of her, well I learned to. When I first got her she was hurting me and s**t, and I was hurting her in return. She has some chips and scars because I didn't ******** know how to take care of a guitar.
-------Over the years I fixed her, I learned how to fix her. I got better on her, improved my skills on her, took her to shows I had with the band. She has experience playing live. She looks gorgeous too, shes an eye catcher. When I first took her to school, all my friends were amazed, because of how beautiful she looks. I remember my gym teacher, he did some shred on her and I got so jealous because I wanted to play like that. I think she also enjoyed it because I wasn't skilled at the time and she was like: "This is how you're suppose to play me." From there on, I knew that she was made for shredding. I even upgraded her with EMG pickups, my set up was double 81's chrome. I also got her locking tuners, for better sustain and easy string changing. Got her a nice hard shell case she can lay down on, its like fuzzy on the inside.
-------I still have her. I'm never gonna sell her. There was this one point I installed pickup covers, because I didn't like the look of open coils. This was before she had EMGs. When you plugged that s**t all you heard was like ******** death because of the feedback that it produced was so insane that it was unplayable as ********. Someone can go deaf because of those pickup covers; that's how bad it was. So I scrapped the pickup covers, and got EMGs instead.
-------I remember installing the EMGs on her, it was some scary s**t. This was around Christmas because I remember getting the EMGs around that time. I took out the strings, unbolted her neck so that the fretboard wouldn't get damaged. I opened the back compartment, where all the wiring is. At that moment I prayed to god that she'll be okay in the end because I literally did not know what I was doing. I read the manual for the EMGs back and fourth just to make sure I got it right.
-------I snapped the wires like a lot of them from the pots to the pickup. I ******** up the original pickup she has, the open coil ones because I cut them wrong. When I removed the pickups, I stared at them for a good while on my palm, thinking that I really have her heart on my hands. Me messing up the old pickups I felt bad because I felt as if I really broke her heart. I never threw them away theyre displayed somewhere in my room. I placed the pickup covers on them because the look aesthetically pleasing even though they sound like s**t.
-------Anyways, I rewired everything back together thanks to EMG's solder-less kit. made my life easier. Since its double 81's I have the pickup selector for show only. I'm thinking of removing it though and adding another tone pot. Her current wiring is only to 1 volume pot, and 1 tone pot. In the end she was good, sounds even better than before. I sighed in relief after that surgical extraction.
-------I don't play her anymore, because I have better guitars. So shes on my wall in my room, being displayed. You can still play her because she still plays and sounds like a godesss. You can still make her scream, you know, those really high bends with tight vibratos. But yeah, she's retired now and, I'm never ever gonna sell her. A part of me is imbedded on that guitar, like my heart and soul is with her. Did I mention that she's red and that's like my favorite color?
-------I love her, my baby Rayne <3
