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Instrumentalist_405 has a minion!

Maestro the Woofer




Instrumentalist_405
Legacy Name: Instrumentalist_405


The Golden Jollin
Owner: KNITTED

Age: 14 years, 11 months, 1 week

Born: April 6th, 2011

Adopted: 14 years, 11 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: April 6th, 2011

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 17
     
  • Defense: 13
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Through the sweet and the sour the Instrumentalist plays on.
A soft melody drifted through the windows of the lonely home. Just the very sound of the tune seemed to make the creaking floors settle and the peeling paint on the walls have a purpose. Locked tight inside the four walls the Instrumentalist played, her fingers gently moving a long bow across the violin she held under her pale neck. As her song came to a close the walls resumed their dull tones, and the floor wailed as she walked to the case that would hold her precious instrument.
“Maestro!” The woman called, her tone frazzeled, as was her appearance. Golden curls hung limp as dark bags dominated her face. “Maestro where are you?” She shrieked to the home.
The True Companion, a tan dog barked and ran down the stairs, almost tripping on the way down. When it reached the woman it sat its rear end down, tongue out, expecting a treat for coming when called.
“You stay down here and guard the house. I need to bathe.” The Instrumentalist sighed, “I can go to my shining moment looking like filth.”
~*~
Behind thick violet curtains The Instrumentalist waited for her cue, violin held safely in her arms. Her time playing violins had been long, starting in her kindergarden years she had possessed a talent with instruments. Since then she’d sworn to play and master as many as she could, starting with the violin. Now older, she’d finally get her moment to shine above all the other musicians, as she knew fully well that she could.
“Ms. Collins?” A whispering voice of a pimple-coated teenager asked, tapping her on the arm. She quickly swatted his hand away, holding her violin protectively close to her.
“What do you want?” She snapped quietly, looking stern at the boy.
“Y-you’re next.” He replied, walking away from her murmuring about her rudeness.
The woman ignored the murmuring of the boy and gasped with delight. She straightened her posture and smoothed out her dress before the musician before her opened the curtains and stepped out. “Hot out there.” He said, wiping his brow of the moisture it retained.
She stepped out as the loudspeaker called her name. On the stage a stool sat, waiting for her as the crowd waited eagerly for her to play. All eyes watched as she sat herself wordlessly down on the stool, it was time to be silent so the music could begin its speech.
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Pet Treasure


Microphone

Upright Piano

Saxophone

Conductors Baton

Triangle

Bagpipes

Accordion

Recorder

Bongo Drums

Green Drum Kit

Maracas

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