It was a tragedy. An honest to goodness tragedy. And Kirley McCormack-Duke was NOT alright with it. He’d been meaning to buy more guitar strings, he really had, but what with the whole Meghan fiasco, he had gotten distracted. So now, when he was in the middle of his daily practice and one of the strings on Fantasia broke, he looked in his drawer to find it completely barren. He was fairly certain he had stared at it for all of three seconds before slinging his guitar over his shoulder and making a mad dash for his wand. He had to get more strings, and he had to get them now. He was inspired! And not just any of his guitars would do. He had to have her.
He went to a variety of music stores generally, but the one that was most convenient that day was Siren Song. It was easy to access and he was rather fond of the atmosphere as well. Not to mention that this was simply an emergency and the staff there seemed competent enough to be able to access his strings with little rummaging around. He would shove them out of the way and find them himself if he had to.
His attire was in its usual well-put-together disarray. Paradoxical, but simply Kirley. Decked out in comfortable jeans, trainers, a Puddlemere t-shirt, and a suit jacket with his hair awry and a guitar pick still between his fingers, he entered the Siren Song and descended upon the first clerk that he saw. The lad seemed to be staring quite openly at him, but he didn’t have time to be amused. He needed strings.
“This,” he said a bit seriously, “is an emergency. I need guitar strings. My stock has disappeared and Fantasia won’t work,” the ending sounded perhaps just a bit pitiful, as he swung around his guitar to shoe the man with a skill and finesse that he’d practiced for years, “I generally use the Gibson LPS Les Paul Signature Electrical Guitar Strings if you’ve got them...”