In a silent, shadowy room filled with emptiness, a single black leather case sits there. Inspecting the outside of the case, it seems to have not been disturbed for some time. There is a narrow layer of silvery dust laying on the case, which had been gracefully acuminating for a while. The squeaky, untouched latches shriek as they are unhinged from their closed position. As the excited boy slowly and carefully opens the top of the case, the drab room spontaneously illuminates into an inspirational zone, revealing the masterpiece inside.
As the boy picks up the stunning and appealing instrument, the boy’s lost passion appears. He feels the soft and slippery keys become unstuck from the instrument. The stuck, dry leather pads had not been moved in such a long period of time. Putting the three, complicated core pieces together demonstrates a sense of devotion. Screwing in the neck, attaching the mouthpiece correctly, and attaching the wooden reed determines the passionate emotion that is going to be revealed from the immense bell. One melodic note coming from the wet, wooden reed is all it takes for the space to be filled with joy. The harmonious, light tone emitted feels as light as feather touching one’s skin. The boy had never felt this overpowering sensation coming from his soul before. It is as glorious as remembering a great and powerful memory in his life. This instrument’s character and personality reminds him of his lost inspiration to accomplish things in life. The symphonic tune emitted by this jewel felt as it could never disappear from the moment.
As the boy started to feel the upbeat mood fade away, he broke the melodic instrument down. The heart of the instrument was broken as the boy dismantled the gleaming sections of the instrument. The inspiration disappeared as fast as light when he closed the top of the case. The creaky clasps were sealed tight, to not be touched for ages. It was time to leave the case unattended until the next time the boy feels passionate again.
As the boy picks up the stunning and appealing instrument, the boy’s lost passion appears. He feels the soft and slippery keys become unstuck from the instrument. The stuck, dry leather pads had not been moved in such a long period of time. Putting the three, complicated core pieces together demonstrates a sense of devotion. Screwing in the neck, attaching the mouthpiece correctly, and attaching the wooden reed determines the passionate emotion that is going to be revealed from the immense bell. One melodic note coming from the wet, wooden reed is all it takes for the space to be filled with joy. The harmonious, light tone emitted feels as light as feather touching one’s skin. The boy had never felt this overpowering sensation coming from his soul before. It is as glorious as remembering a great and powerful memory in his life. This instrument’s character and personality reminds him of his lost inspiration to accomplish things in life. The symphonic tune emitted by this jewel felt as it could never disappear from the moment.
As the boy started to feel the upbeat mood fade away, he broke the melodic instrument down. The heart of the instrument was broken as the boy dismantled the gleaming sections of the instrument. The inspiration disappeared as fast as light when he closed the top of the case. The creaky clasps were sealed tight, to not be touched for ages. It was time to leave the case unattended until the next time the boy feels passionate again.