Ah. Had she not-? Lisa let out a soft breath and shook her head softly, her hair loosening from the motion and flopping a bit. "Mm, I do. Just found it by my desk a few months back, in its gig bag, a little wear on the strings like I'd been playing it." Her tone was a little distant, as she remembered the morning and the wonder of finding something both hers and not hers at once. "A few picks in the pockets, with our band's logo on them. We had merch. That almost surprises me more, y'know? We were good, but... other people thought we were good enough to want stuff with our names."

...unbidden, the thought of her own image on a wall scroll came to her. She shuddered at the idea, pushing it out of her mind.