Nirvana: Live in Aberdeen

Chapter 19

(Kurt's POV)

I was sitting on the couch, eating chips and a coke when Krist and Chad opened the door, blinding me with the hall lights, ran in, did a superman leap and landed on me and my chips, thankfully my coke was on the table."Watcha doing?" Chad asked. "sitting in a pile of broken chips" I replied, scowling at him. "so nothing then?" Krist interjected ,"good cause we need to write at least two more songs."
"Why?" I asked.
"Cause Geffen said so" Chad replied.
"Screw that!" I laughed. "who wants to come to Appleton's with me?" Appleton's is a music store about an hour away, but their stock is spectacular and we go there once a month to see all the new stuff. We never leave empty handed.
"me!" Chad yelled.
"I'm driving!" Krist cheered
This time Krist's car had an air freshener that read 'Christmas eve' which was peculiar because it was August.

When we arrived, Chad made a beeline to the drums, as he needed yet another snare skin. Krist however, is a smart shopper and slowly meandered over to the basses, making sure he didn't look very interested in anything the store had to offer. I made my way past the the dozens of beautiful Les Pauls and ES-335's that crowned the righty section and onto the pitiful little corner that held the left handed guitars. I saw the usual group of knock off strats and student guitars, but then my eyes fell upon a newcomer, which seemed to be a warped, twisted version of the classic Stratocaster. It was a Pelham blue, with a dark red pick guard. The clash in colours intrigued me. I looked closer and saw the words 'Fender Mustang' articulately written in gold on the headstock. My first thought was 'thank God it doesn't say Squier beside it' my second was 'Gotta have it!" It was just like me. It was a huge slap in the face to everyone with a strat. To say "look I'm you but different!" I looked at the price and in scribbled writing it read '$40' forty bucks for this
piece of rebellion? Sold.

When I walked over to the counter, Chad was at the door with a pair of brushes and a new snare skin, rolling his eyes at Krist, who was in the process of haggling the new employee. "Listen bucko. I've been coming here once a month for the past two years, and I never leave without buying something. So I think that giving me $100 off this amp is kinda a thank you for my loyalty. Nevermind the fact that I'm giving you free advertising every time I play." I almost felt bad, this was obviously the kid's first job and Krist was taking advantage of his lack of expertise. Krist paid, (presumably $100 off) and joined Chad at the door, struggling with his new massive bass cab.
I walked up to the mop-headed, pimply teenage boy and put my new guitar on the counter. "is that all today sir?" He asked in a monotone voice "I was wondering if you had any cases that fit this guitar?" He pulled out one beat up, sad looking hard case that had the words 'Mustang Sally' peeling off the corner. "that's good thanks." I said. "your total is fifty-six dollars and forty five cents" I gave him three twenties and a five and said the change was "a tip for putting up with him" as I gestured to Krist. He smiled and I left the store. Chad and Krist were loading the amp into the car when I walked out. I joined them and with one final heave it slid in. I put my case beside it and we drove home.