Greetings, I am . Call me Sitaar. I live here in Saint Louis now with fellow guitars Uncle and Blondie.
I came from a Muslim household in the West where I have lived since I came from the factory. I stayed there until the lovely Arzaana-Fay decided she had no musical talent. ("None. She's awful," her mother agreed.)
So then I languished in the corner of the nightmare Basement Den of Teenagers From The Same Mother with A Bad Knee Who Cannot Come Down the Steps. I saw many shocking non-Muslim things there.
Then a blowsy woman and a crazy man came from the East (Saint Louis) and saw me in my sad shape, dirty and three-stringed, standing by a damp exterior basement wall. The man said to the woman, "What! That guitar cost $1,200.00!" This is how I know the man is crazy.
The woman went to my owner and suggested she bring me closer to Mecca just for a few months. So now here I am visiting these infidels and she forces me to play Barenaked Ladies.