A sudden rush of euphoria. The feeling of wild abandon as the art becomes a part of your lungs, rushes down your arms, and then returns to be re-circulated in your heart. That is the way that this beautiful red electric guitar makes me feel as it sits quietly on its stand in my son's room. It is filled with promise and passion to be played. It doesn't matter now that my son rarely plays it - he still deserves to have it. I know that one day, he'll discover that wild abandon under its strings and then I'll hear its hum all day and night.