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Look.
It was late. She couldn’t fall asleep. She didn’t have school tomorrow. And she found a recorder in one of her drawers. What did you expect her to do? Not search up songs to play on the recorder on google and learn to play God Bless America? Did you even know who Minori Hanasato was?
Minori sat on her bed, recorder in hand, and face illuminated only by the screen of her laptop.
It was 1 am. She found the instrument at around 11:30 pm. She’d already learned God Bless America, Ode to Joy, Circle of Life, Jingle Bells, Amazing Grace, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, Old MacDonald Had a Farm, and relearned Hot Cross Buns.
Idols were supposed to have a multitude of skills, weren’t they?
She might’ve been a klutz, but a recorder was THE klutz instrument. Just move your fingers up and down sometimes and blow.
And while the trauma of first grade music class did some squealing back when she uncovered the instrument, it actually turned out to be pretty fun! She was having a great time! Maybe she should try picking up another instrument..
…
She was fairly certain that her dad had a guitar.
What was the harm in trying?
Worst case scenario, by the crack of dawn, she’d be a musician.