I've been pronouncing quite loudly that I want a violin for the past six months, and it seems that just yesterday my mom realizes that there is one in the attic. I got it down and it's in pretty good shape (30 years old); one of the bows is in disarray, but the other is brand new. I'm so excited now, though I need to get new strings, resin, and possibly a new bridge.
Oh, I also found an acoustic guitar while I was scrounging around. From now on I'll just yell what instrument I want really loud and then run up to the attic because I'm pretty sure it's magical.
Oh, I also found an acoustic guitar while I was scrounging around. From now on I'll just yell what instrument I want really loud and then run up to the attic because I'm pretty sure it's magical.