Win!

Yes!

I was asked a few weeks back why it takes me so damn long to write a silly chapter and I laughed and laughed!

For those of you that do not know (Which hopefully should be all of you....) I am a musician, the Tuba to be precise. This isn't a common fact but being a Tuba player is literally being the Schools Bitch.
To tell the story in a more dramatic way:

I was once a lone trumpet player, quite shite at my art
The conductor of many school bands found me and he took it from me, trapping me in the idea of the Tuba, locking me away in it's horrific intent.
As time went on, brutal beatings from this horrific instrument, the violent and terrifying encounters I began to love the instrument and my whole way of thinking had changed.

To put it simply, stockholm syndrome... I fell in love with the thing that imprisoned me.

So back to what I was saying! The magical competition for my small nation was held and I participated in too many bands.

I danced with my (Tuba) baby, we sung together and we laughed together.

After a whole week of never ending concerts it finally ended. Coming home on an over packed bus singing our parts to the grand Russian war tunes and our sweet and slow sonatas...

And that is why I have had no time to write any chapters... But i hope you loved the newest one!

Please, I love hearing what you think of the small colony and the story... I love hearing the whimpered cries and/or laughs of my readers and I love any feedback... Even if it is not comprehensible gibberish mixed with swear words.

Comments

[NaughtSought]

Ah music, the bane of time spent on other things. I think I might still have a trumpet, a flute somewhere. I should find them again and play them some.I can understand the Stockholm Syndrome there quite well. There is no escape and you'll never want it.