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It was a rare day for Dale to have made as many sales and new friends as possible. He’d met a very enthusiastic guitar player named Suzy, and a skinny bad ass of a bass player named Frank. He’d had a ton of people rush in for replacement strings and pick holders here an there. Today had to have been one of the best days he’d had in months. He plugged his guitar in to his processor and decided to test it out.
He’d used it a few times, and knew that the technology contained with in was very highly regarded. He had in fact based some of his own gear on the blueprints. He plugged the other end of the cable into his small nearby amp that he had reserved for testing out sounds that he wanted to use and play around with. He noticed a man with long hair walk inside with a look of joy playing across his face.
“Hey what’s going on man? I’m Dale, what can I do for you?”
“Hey! Nice to meet you, Dale! Cisco.” He smiled, holding out a hand. “I’m just looking right now, but I’m in the market for a new bass guitar. Any suggestions?”
Cisco backup 