My first electric was a LP copy, but one of my two dream guitars was a black Les Paul Custom.
I was looking for a used one, due to price.
Then one day I heard a local store was having a Dutch Auction from Tuesday to Saturday.
They were open late on Thursdays so I went after work to see what they had. (It was 30% day on Thursday)
There, in a corner of the guitar room--all by itself, contrasting with a wall of Superstrats and shredder guitars, was a used Les Paul Custom. I picked it up & played it, and loved it--I checked the price. I could have afforded it at full price, so I was tempted to get it for 30% off, but decided the two extra days & an extra 20% off would be a good idea. Besides nobody bought stuff like that until the 50% off on Saturday.
I almost went to the store on Friday for 40% off, but forced myself to wait. I figured if it was meant to be mine--it would wait. If not, it was meant to be somebody else's. Friday was a rough day though.
On Saturday morning I slept in, and so I rushed to get ready and get to the store.
It was packed when I got there, and the guitar room was in the back. I fought my way to the guitar room, and breathed a sigh of relief as it still sat there alone in the corner. Squeezing through the mob to the corner I picked up the Les Paul and strummed a chord--either an A or an E I believe--but probably an E. Most of the shredder gawkers looked at me, a few said, "nice guitar" and at least a couple appeared to be kicking themselves--they got there before me, but I was holding the Les Paul.
I went to the the nearest salesman and said--"I am buying this guitar." He got the case for it, and I looked around the store and bought a few accessories as well. (Well 50% off right?)
It had been modded, it was used, it was on sale, and people wanted shredder guitars, so I got a great price--even after I got new pickups, machine heads and bridge for it.
And here's what it looks like-