PERHAPS RESIGNED TO OBLIVION...
...Fiona, with none left to stroke her - save those who would risk irradiation - begins her descent to nothingness... or worse...
WITHOUT WARNING... A BLAZE OF WHITE LIGHT FILLS THE THINNING AIR, AND FIONA'S DESCENT IS HALTED, BUFFETED, AND SHE IS UPLIFTED, AS A COOL AND BEATIFIC BREEZE GENTLY VIBRATES HER STRINGS FROM CHORDS OF C TO G TO D, ROUND AND ROUND IN FOURS...
FIONA ASCENDS...
HER STRINGS HUMMING HEAVENLY HARMONICS TO THE FOURS STRUMMED FROM ABOVE...
UNTIL, FINALLY, HER GLORIOUS ASCENT COMPLETE...
She reaches the pearly gates of guitar heaven ... where she is met by St. Les Paul himself...
AND ST. LES PAUL SPAKE UNTO HER ...
AND HE SAID "THOU ART A FENDER I SEE; NEVERTHELESS, THOU ART WELCOME HERE ...
FOR ETERNITY ... IN THIS THE HOLY PLACE OF JOYOUS AND PERPETUAL MUSIC ...
JUST MAKE SURE YOU TUNE TO THE GIBSONS ..."
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