(With featured guitars like the one Keith has above)⬆️

Rippers POV
The next morning, we got up and ate breakfast. Vincent made some delicious eggs, bacon, rye bread, and sausage with mashed potatoes for Keith.
It was really, really good!

"So, Melia I need your help with something."
Keith says.

"Ok, I'd be more than happy to help!"
I said with a smile.

"Come with me then, please."
Says uncle Keith.

I follow him outside only to find a weird van parked outside, and another man standing there.

He looks slightly familiar, but I'm still questioning who he is.

"Hi Keith."
The mystery man says.

"Hello, thanks for coming on such short notice. Melia, I believe you've heard the name before, this is Pierre, and Pierre, I'd like for you to meet my niece, Melia Funnier."
Keith says.

"Hello Melia, pleasure too meet you."
Pierre says.

"Hi Pierre! It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard a lot about you. Your job just looks so awesome! Handling guitars for Keith Richards!"
I say.

"Yes, I do have a lot of fun doing it."
Pierre says.

"I can't believe I'm talking to Keith Richards guitar technician!!! This is awesome!"
I shout.

"Calm down sweetie, please."
Keith says.

"Sorry, I can't help it. Need any help Pierre?"
I asked.

"Not quite, but could you get the door for me please?"
Pierre asked.

"Sure!"
I opened the door as 4 cases went through.

"Pierre, how many guitars did you bring? I told you which ones."
Keith says.

"Ah, but Keith you can never have too many guitars! You should know that. I'm sure your niece does."

"Good point. Ok, thanks Pierre, I'll be in touch."
Keith says.

"Any time Mr. Richards."
Says Pierre as he leaves.

"Bye Mr. Pierre! Thanks so much, it was a pleasure meeting you!"
I say as he heads out.

"Welcome! It was a pleasure meeting you as well Melia. Have fun!"
(Exit Pierre)

"Ok Ripper, which one you wanna play first?"
Keith said.

"Uh, oh my gosh, what are my choices?!"
I ask kneeling down next too Keith in front of the cases.

"Well, you've got a Gibson Firebird."
Keith says opening the first case.

"We also have a Gibson acoustic, another Gibson acoustic-a Hummingbird, and a-"

I cut Keith off.

"A Gibson Les Paul!!!!!"
I shout.

I grab the Les Paul from Keith, and pug it in.

"I don't usually play Les Paul's, usually Mick Taylor did."
Keith said.

"Oh, yeah! Then how do you have one?"

"I have a Stratocaster, and you know me-I'm a Tele guy."
Says Keith.

"True."

"Are you having fun with the Gibson, Melia?"
Asks Keith.

"YES! These guitars sound so lovely."
I say.

"Which do you prefer: Gibson, Taylor, Martin, or Breedlove?"
Keith asked.

"Ooh, that's tough to say......mmmmm, well I love the Breed loves-but I feel they are a bit deep in sound, Taylors and Martins are great, but now I think I prefer the Gibson."

"Mick Taylor played a Gibson on Angie, and Keith you played one on Lady Jane."
I say.

"Ronnie did play a Gibson on 'You Got The Silver. I think that's the Gibson your talking about."
Keith says.

"Oh yeah! Man, how'd I forget that? That's very similar to the Gibson's that I like."

"They sound really good, they play well, the action is good."
Keith says.

"Aren't they big-bodied guitars though?"
I ask.

"Yes, but the Hummingbirds are the same as well, and depending on what type of Martin you get, they may or may not be big-bodies."
Keith says.

I play a couple songs on this really neat Blue Les Paul before switching over to an acoustic Hummingbird.

"Ooh! This sounds really nice!"
I say.

I play 'As Tears Go By' and 'Angie', and a couple other songs before Keith hands me the one I've been looking forward too!

"Pretty, pretty guitar."
I say.

"I usually don't play these, but I know Ron does. I'll admit, they do sound really, really spritely!"
Keith says.

"Spritelier than a Martian?"

"Maybe, that's for you too decide. I'm not a very opinionated guy."
Keith says.

"Says who!"
I ask.

"Me!"
Keith says.

I roll my eyes, and smile at him as I continue too play this magnificent guitar.

"Play some Dead Flowers, Melia."
Keith says sitting next too me with a Hummingbird.

We play and sing.

We both form a D cord, then an A cord, then an G, and so on.

We sing:"Well when your, sitting there, in your silk-up oyster chair. Talking to some rich folk that you know. Well I hop you won't see me, in my raged company. Well, you know I could never be alone. Take me down little Susie, take me down."-and so on, and so on.

"Keith!"
I say.

"Ripper!"
He says back.

"We should play 'The Last Time'!"

"Ok. One, two, three!"

We form the E cord, and strum 4 times, then to the D cord, and so on.
We then start too sing once again.
Mick can do a better job.

"Well I told you once and I told you twice. But ya never listen to my advise. You don't try very hard to please me."

We continue the song all the way through, and by the time we are done, I have fallen in love with the Gibson guitars.
Mainly the acoustics.

After a while, we decided to call it a day, and packed everything up with Pierre, but Keith let's the acoustic Gibson stay with us so I can play it. YAY! Thanks Keith!

"Bye Pierre, thanks so, so, so much!"
Keith says.

"No problem Keith, it's my job-I'm your guitar technician."
Says Pierre.

"Bye Pierre. Thanks so, so, so much! I enjoyed meeting you."
I say shaking Pierre's hand.

"Bye Melia, it was very nice meeting you too."
Says Pierre.🏴