IBANEZ

by Adrian Hernandez

Carrying a heavy package, a man in a brown uniform knocked on my door. I looked out the window and I saw the UPS truck. I thought to my self, Is this it? Is it finally here?. I anxiously opened the door.  He had a box.  

I said to myself, “This guy is a messenger from heaven.”

He was bringing me good news and a package that I had been waiting for. When he gave me the package, it was about 10 to 15 pounds. The package was just begging me to open it. The box was brown and rectangular. It had transparent tape sealing it. Shaking nervously, I remember yelling out “It‘s here! It‘s here!”  

My brothers were with me when I got my package.
          
“Open it already!”
           
“What are you waiting for? Just do it!”  
           
My mother was telling me, “This better be the best thing you’ve ever gotten because it cost a lot.”
           
I took off the transparent tape. For that one brief, long and suspenseful moment, it was like the attention of everyone who actually mattered was on me. I opened the box.  I saw all the Styrofoam, and then I saw something shiny and black. My eyes got bigger and wider as I saw it; I had never seen anything so sparkly and black at the same time. It was like the shine of it made my eyes sparkly because it was so much, it was like something out of a cartoon because it was like I had stars in my eyes. My eyes also got kind of watery. I was in awe. It was like there was a spotlight on me and every other light in the house got dim. My beautiful guitar, shiny and sparkly, was there in front of me. The feeling of my guitar was smooth.  It sounded nice too, it was like hearing a song for the first time.  It was like there was a choir in the background singing as soon as I held the guitar in my hands. It was my black Ibanez GRG170DX. I know it sounds like a code of some sort, but to me it was like music to my ears. The moment I laid eyes on it, I knew I would never get rid of it.