Finally, the third store took it. The clerk said, "A beginner can use it."
April 3rd, 2014, 1am
It was 19°C with few clouds. The breeze was light.
I filled out the form and signed it, and he gave me 5,000 yen. Then when I saw him closing the case with two snaps, I suddenly felt like saying goodbye to a close friend. That was unexpected. I hadn’t played it for nearly 10 years and just wanted to get rid of it. Now I play the guitar, but come to think about it, this clarinet helped me rediscover music about 15 years ago. I should’ve thanked it for saving my life.
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Music is a “privilege.” You might think that you can pick it up anytime you want, but not really. As if it is a heaven-sent opportunity, you may have one chance or not at all.
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