My favorite inanimate object has to be Arthur, my oboe (with
my phone very close behind). Arthur's day begins on my self next to my window.
I then bring him to school, where he rests in my band cubby until I pull him
out for Wind Ensemble. After that he stays in his little "hotel room"
(as he probably sees it) until after school, either for a rehearsal or for me
to take him home.
Arthur most likely possess a cynical attitude toward the
world. After all, monkey see, monkey do. And Arthur sees me complain a lot,
mostly about reeds. But under that cynicism lies an expressive personality that
loves sharing itself with the world, creating an emotional connection with all
who listen - as long as the person relaying Arthur's meaning is a good
interpreter. (I think I've done a good job so far, and I'm improving every day,
so what more can you ask.) I'm the only interpreter Arthur's ever known, as I'm
the only person to ever use this oboe. He actually belongs to the school,
though, and it will be a very sad day indeed when we have to say goodbye.
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