I have decided to write little stories on the blog about my life. Here's the first one, dubbed "If Music is the Food of Life...*"
I walked into a music shop with my mom and my redhead brother. I gazed upon fine electric guitars, basses, drum sets, and trumpets. Yes, even trumpets. The clerk greets me and asks what I wished to buy. "We would like to buy a guitar for this guy right here," my mom said for me, pointing at me while she talked. The clerk showed me a stool and told me to sit down. My mom asked if I could try some acoustics out, and so the clerk gave me a 3/4ths size Ibanez guitar. The moment I held it, the guitar shined with the light of the sun. Cherubs lifted the guitar into the air and heavenly choruses sang 'Hallelujah' in the background. The voice of the clerk snapped me back to reality "Do you like this one? It's very deluxe, especially for a beginner." I asked if I could test a full-size black guitar. This time, frogs appeared to raise it above their puny bodies and crickets chirped in the background. "I think I'll stick with the Ibanez," I finally said. My mom let me pick out a stand, a tuner, two picks, and a carrying case. The clerk's assistant inserted the guitar into the case and handed it to me. "Here you go, bud," he exclaimed as cheerful as possible (though he seemed tired) and I walked out the door, guitar and accessories in hand. Finally, I had the instrument I had always wanted!
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*It's part of a Shakespeare quote.
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Very good Ryan! Bravo! Your description of cherubs and whatnot was the highlight! =)
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