In this story, we have the main character, me, a spider monkey, my guitar, and the bridge. Now, this is a little weird, but it has all the necessary aspects of a fable. A fable is a story conveying a moral with animals as the characters. Often times the animals show human characteristics. We had a professional storyteller come in and tell us about her experiences, plus some stories.
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Once upon a time, a teenage guitarist named NO went to a guitar center with his dad and about 75 dollars to spend on accessories for his brand new guitar. So, he bought a cable, a nice strap, some picks, and as they were checking out, he saw something on the shelf that made his heart drop. The infamous 8 gauge strings. They were so special because they had so much less resistance when playing, it made it much easier for him. He had 10 dollars left in his budget, so he ran over and picked them up. He was overjoyed at his find!
His father asked “What are you going to do with those?”
NO said, “I'll put them on my new guitar.”
NO’s father laughed, and said, “Good luck with that! It'll take you forever to do that!”
He didn’t have opposable thumbs, therefore it made this task even more difficult.
NO felt defeated, as he knew it'd be a struggle to change the strings on his guitar as a spider monkey, he did not have opposable thumbs. In addition, the guitar itself had a certain feature that made it particularly difficult to restring.
It had… A FLOATING BRIDGE!!
This means that the bridge is held in place by a set of springs inside the guitar, as well as the strings themselves. This meant NO had to balance them so the bridge was flush with the body, otherwise everything would be off. What made this even more difficult, was the fact that he had a lighter gauge string set, which meant less resistance on the bridge, so it was off put a bit. AND, he would also have to tune it after calibrating the bridge, which would offset it further. It's a tedious process and one not for the faint of heart.
But NO put this task off. Finally, at 2am one night he decided he had enough. He was going to do it. This villainous bridge was no match for his awesomeness. He cut the first string off, unlocked the tuning peg, and unwound the string. He then loosened the nut on the bridge and replaced the string with the new one. NO then tightened the locking nut and proceeded to do the rest of the strings. This took thirty minutes on its own. Afterward, he looked at the bridge.
Wholly cow! It was way up in the air!
He then tightened the springs on the inside of the guitar. Now, it was flush. “Perfect!” NO said.
He then strummed the guitar once. Oh. he forgot. It was insanely out of tune now. This hurt his pride a little, his confidence in succeeding now damaged. He wasn't giving up though. He unlocked the tuners, and tuned it, loosened, tightened, took springs, added springs, adjusted, locked, unlocked, and finally, he had done it. It was not only perfectly in tune, but also perfectly balanced. NO was nearly shaking with his triumph over the bridge. He knew he would have to tune it in the morning as the new strings would stretch out a little, but that was no biggie. He showed everyone, and of course, nobody really cared, but he was happy. He had defeated the bridge and now played his newly string guitar happily. The end.
The moral: hard work never goes unrewarded.
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