a conversation...
A guitarist walks off stage after a solid gig. Sweaty and wired, he shakes hands with all and sundry who approach, accepting compliments with grace and enthusiasm.
A man approaches the guitarist. The man is obviously a musician (he's wearing a Foo Fighters t-shirt 😉), and he shakes the guitarists hand.
Man: Hey man, nice set, good job.
Guitarist: Thanks man, 'ppreciate it.
Man: I was checking out your strat. Looks like she's seen some action.
Guitarist: (knowingly) Yeah, it's been around the block a couple of times I guess.
Man: What year is it?
The guitarist has, of course, been dreading this question.
Guitarist: (sheepishly) Um, 2005.
Man: 2005! No way! Did it get hit by a car, or something? 2005, holy sh*t!
Guitarist: Yeah, I had it artificially aged by Relic Guitars to make myself look cool.
Man: Yeah, whatever.
The man walks away. All around, girls start to giggle, and musicians hold up their fingers to form a mock crucifix. The lie has been exposed...