Status: closed @sagecarsons
Location: Coleman’s Guitars
Nervous isn’t exactly a word that fits into his vocabulary, nor is it a word that’s often used to describe him in most situations. So why is Alex nervous now, just like he’s been all day? His time at Coleman’s has been filled with pacing back and forth, asking his clients to repeat themselves over the phone and apologizing for it, repeatedly running a hand through his mess of hair, lots of sighing seemingly out of the blue, and periodically wiping his clammy hands on the legs of his worn jeans. All the while, he can’t help but to think to himself again and again and again - is this a bad idea?
As requested by the buyer, the parlor guitar he’s spent the last few weeks constructing by hand requires a paint job. Something beautiful, floral, and delicate that covers the entirety of the body of the guitar. He knows his way around a paint brush, thanks to his high school art class, but he doesn’t trust himself enough to execute the vision. In fact, there’s only one person he does trust wholeheartedly to get it done and flawlessly. That’s why he calls Sage. She’s the very first person to come to mind, and no one else comes close.
He manages to distract himself with busywork in the workshop when he hears the chime of the front door opening. Alex pauses, glancing up at the analog clock mounted to the wall. All day, his heart has jolted thinking it might be her entering into the shop despite the predetermined time they established when they first talked - when he reassured her he didn’t know who else to call. But it is time now, and he lets out one last heavy exhale before making his way from the back and into the front showroom. There, he finds the very source of his nerves. “Hey,” Alex says with a polite, cordial smile when he sees Sage. “Thank you so much for coming. You have no idea how much you’re saving my ass by doing this.”
