Prompt: 4. You have 150 words. Take a risk.
I send my fingers up the now-familiar rosewood frets. They settle onto the uke's faded fiber strings, strange bald birds upon four aligned telephone wires. I form a G chord and strum, the notes resonating down to my very core. I take my fingers off the frets and admire the tiny calluses that have formed from constant strumming. Each one is a mini mounded monument that attests to the past few months of my unwavering devotion to the skill. This is a personal accomplishment, produced solely through self-determination. I rise from my reverie to find myself back around our smoky beachside bonfire and to hear a friend call out the name of a new favorite tune. My fingers find the chords, and I strum the beginning notes to "Kantoi", as my friends shamelessly belt out the first verse across the dark sandy beach towards the moonlit ocean.
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I send my fingers up the now-familiar rosewood frets. They settle onto the uke's faded fiber strings, strange bald birds upon four aligned telephone wires. I form a G chord and strum, the notes resonating down to my very core. I take my fingers off the frets and admire the tiny calluses that have formed from constant strumming. Each one is a mini mounded monument that attests to the past few months of my unwavering devotion to the skill. This is a personal accomplishment, produced solely through self-determination. I rise from my reverie to find myself back around our smoky beachside bonfire and to hear a friend call out the name of a new favorite tune. My fingers find the chords, and I strum the beginning notes to "Kantoi", as my friends shamelessly belt out the first verse across the dark sandy beach towards the moonlit ocean.
Let me know!! Thanks :)
