Viola Rights are Instrument Rights
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Kumpleto Wed, May 22, 2019<5 min
Why are violas always put down?
My thought on what the people around me say about my instrument.
{NOTE: Everything said in this book is only my opinion and nothing more; it is not meant to put down people unless they were mentioned as such indirectly in my writing.}
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