We Buy Instruments Apr 2026

"I don't play," Elias lied. "I'm a banker. I need the space."

Elias unzipped the case. The mahogany glowed, even in the dim shop light. It was a beautiful, haunting thing. The woman finally looked up. Her eyes weren't on the wood, but on Elias’s hands. "Why?" she asked. we buy instruments

"It’s worth ten thousand," she said flatly. "But I’m not buying it." Elias blinked. "What? Why?" "I don't play," Elias lied