This is the story about a man and his guitar. This guitar was his method of expressing his outlook on life to the world. With dreams of using his guitar to speak to an arena of screaming on lookers in peril, his guitar began to cry. The band of friends brought together to help him play his music was breaking. The motivational drive was extremely lacking and so was his faith in his music. With constant efforts being made to no avail, he decided to silence the guitar and the world would hear no more.
An old friend out of the blue contacted him with plans of using music to get the masses moving. The man looked at his dusty guitar which has not spoken in an age. Advice was asked of the man by his old friend, in which the man declined to give any. "My mind is lost, my heart aches," said the man. "Maybe your mind shall find it's way to where it once was and your heart healed if they were to wipe the dust off your guitar," said the friend. With great hesitance the man picked up his instrument of unspoken word and with one quick gust of breath, cast the dust of sorry into oblivion.
"My dreams are fading, fading into the shadows of obscurity," the friend says sadly. "Then we shall band together to create music for the masses," the man said with a smile. The friend was filled with glee as he embraced this idea with open arms. "You have always been an influence to me. Always have I been filled with jealousy of your talents," the friend said to the man. The man's heart and will grew strong. Little did he know his music has affected someone so strongly. The man realized that his past was not in vein, for he was thankful it was not wasted. The friend was honoured to be working with someone who he looked up to, for the friend was very thankful that someone of this talent would give him the strength to see his dreams through.
The world will be moved. The music will move it.
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