Guitar drama

About two weeks ago my guitar died. Her name is Sue and she is a Washburn guitar. It was very sad. I was jamming away and all of a sudden the sound cut out, I fiddled with the controls on the body of the guitar and I felt something loose underneath the body. I decided, well...let's see I can examine the damage.

I took out my trusty screwdriver set that my lovely girlfriend Kate bought me for Easter and went to work on the guitar. I got the screws off but the piece wouldn't come off. I was completely stumped. I didn't know what to do.

Dejected, I turned to my mother on advice of which shop should I take my beloved Sue to. I have many choices since I live near a huge street with several music stores along the way. My mom advised me to take to the little music shop where I used to take trumpet lessons since they deal with Washburns.

I got on my bike and headed on over. I got there and they told me that they didn't do electrical work but they then sent me down the block to a guitar store. I only went into the store once...which is why I didn't go there first. I got back on my bike and at 1:30...it was closed. I was at a complete lost. I then got home and was going to ask my dad if we could stop the place before going to work, but my mom didn't get home in time for me to stop by...and then later on that evening I was involved in the accident.

So I waited over a week because I was recovering, and I finally took Sue over today. Nice little place. I have to call on Wednesday to see how the progress is going and to get an estimate because the lady I dealt with didn't do the actual repairs. Sue may be back in my hands on Saturday and I hope the expenses won't be too steep.