It’s the weekend again, and I find myself stuck face to face with Maru. I don’t mind her, but a bass really needs her own space.
A case would be nice, and I would love to get polish. But no! I’m stuck here in a corner until Monday.
Though Tommy is quite talented, I want a musician who is old enough to drive.
I want a musician to take me places and meet other instruments and maybe form a band…
I just want to sing on stage and give a great show! Please find me, I’ll be whispering in the dark, quiet corner.
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1 thought on “Nara, Friday Fictioneers”
Love this–and know exactly how the poor instrument feels.