There was once a band of extraordinary size. It was only one person. A single person managed to play every single instrument in a band, and they played it correctly as well. That person was given no name when she was born, but she was always known as Wren. No one really knows why, but she was named by her best friend after a bird. At every concert there was one person sitting in one chair with 20 different instruments all around her. There was a trombone, a baritone, a clarinet, a flute, a saxophone, a tenor saxophone, a bass clarinet, a contra-bass flute, a tuba, a sousaphone, a french horn, a trumpet, a marimba, bells, a xylophone, a snare drum, a bass drum, a set of quad drums, a pair of cymbals, a gong, an then multiples of the stated. She moved her hands so fast during concerts that no one could tell how she did it. People tried slow motion videos, but they were still moving too fast. It was as if she were a mutant with more than one arm, but that couldn't be farther from the truth.
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