Not long ago lived a young boy named Tony.....he was 12 and in 6th grade he played the trumpet in his school band . when Tony heard that his school talent show was coming upheld was all in. Tony thought that since the school year was almost over he would play Symphony Number Nine by Ludwig Van Beethoven.
Weeks and weeks flew by in a flash. Tony didn't care he thought he knew everything he needed to know ( therefore never practiced).One week before the talent show Tony decided to enter under the name of Mr.Mustachio (dedicated to his new mustache of course)
When the day of the talent show came Tony was really nervous. When the person infront of him was almost done Tony combed his mustache and tried to look pretty for the ladies. As he was announced Tony walked on stage (trumpet in hand). Then he stared out at the enormous auditorium that was packed......and froze. All of a sudden his mind went blank and he tried to play but couldnt. Then the hairs of his freshly combed mustache reached out and began pressing down the valves of Tony's trumpet and all Tony had to do was make his lip buzz.
After Tony (or should I say Tony's mustache finished it was unanimous Mr.Mustachio had won the talent show. Tony gained the first place trophy,went home happy ,and kept that trophy on his bedside table to keep that day in mind. If it weren't for Tony's mustache we'd all still be in that auditorium waiting for him to play Symphony Number Nine by Ludwig Van Beethoven.
The end
