It was the summer of 2005 and I had just spent a day with my mother walking around New York City. It was hot and sticky outside so we decided to seek refuge in an air-conditioned Sam Ash to escape the heat. I was an inquisitive twelve year old and I scoured the store, cautiously running my fingers over every guitar. I stopped dead in my tracks as I laid eyes on a 2005 Paul Reed Smith Custom 22. I took it off the shelf and plugged it into the first amp I saw. I started to strum a few chords and butcher every metal riff I knew at the time. My mom popped up behind me and asked, “Do you like it?” My jaw dropped and I told her that this was the best guitar I have ever held. With a huge smile on her face she said, “If you like it, I’ll buy it for you.” I knew I wanted it badly but I didn’t feel right making my mother drop a few thousand on an instrument that I could barely play. My mom advised that if I wanted, I should call my father and get his opinion. With no hesitation, my dad said, “If you want it, we’ll get if for you, as long as you use it.” I was ecstatic and couldn’t stop telling my parents how much I loved them. For the past 10 years I have owned my Custom 22 and haven’t been able to put it down. I’ve grown with it as a musician, it has held up and given me confidence on some huge festivals such as Afropunk and Skate and Surf Festival. When playing for a crowd, I know that my PRS will stay in tune, look good, and give me the confidence to conquer any crowd. After gigging around for the past few years it still sounds the same as the day I brought it home in 2005. Thank you Paul for making a guitar that has made me incredibly happy to be a musician.