“I didn’t know Goodwill sold instruments,” Josh said and snickered as he wiped down his bass.
The girl ignored him.
“You have some wicked dings in it,” Josh said.
She leaned the bass away from his outstretched hand, “I’d rather you not touch it.”
The girl made her way to the front chair and draped herself around the bass’s exterior. Her left fingers blurred as her right hand glided like a feather on the wind. For two minutes, Josh marveled at how instead of her playing the bass, the instrument played her.
He knew he would miss first chair again this year.
(According to WordPress’ word count, it’s 100 exactly!)