Music had always seemed like such a magical idea to me. To express oneself through a language that people all over the world could listen to and understand. My family wasn't musical at all but I was determined to make sure that when the time came, I would play an instrument. Guitar, piano, flute. At first I would have been happy just to play any of them and it wasn't until I went to my first jazz concert run by the local council that I knew. I was dying to play the saxophone.
Yes, yes, yes! My school had just sent letters home with all the kids who wanted to play an instrument. This was my chance! I had had had to convince my parents.
"A saxophone Amelia?" My mum asked. "Are you sure you don't want to play something smaller? A clarinet maybe?"
"No mum I'm sure and school says I can can borrow a saxophone until I get my own." I was determined and there was no way I would let an opportunity like this go to waste.
"Well okay, if you're really sure but I can't promise that we'll be able to buy you a new instrument, saxophones are really expensive honey."
"I know mum, that's okay, really I just want to give it a go."
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The Saxophone and the Saxophonist
Tiểu Thuyết ChungA story about a saxophone, a saxophonist and the journey music takes us all on. Updating a regularly as possible
