Someone offers a grand for these studio monitors I listed. Been knocking around the ranch for decades, powered by decent old kit to solid sonic effect. He sends a check and I drive six hours south to Beverly Hills. It's a sumptuous home. Grand piano, guitars. He hooks my babies up to a pair of expensive tube amps and blasts some jazz songstress into the hills. My senses shatter through the walls. Never heard them sing like that - pure bass disintegrating my bones, vocals piercing my heart in synaesthetic shards of light. Blinded, deafened, in love, I leave.
(had as much fun with the image as honing down the words for the story - and yep, those were my old KEF-107’s ;)