Free The Sound

A boy really wants to play the bass guitar. Despite his efforts in orchestra and his mom's giving him two basses and two chances to learn to play, something keeps him from creating the sound he has in his head. He gives up all three times until one day it just happens. Here is his last paragraph:

Then the sound came. Smooth and groovy, guided by some deep inner feelings, the notes seemed to come naturally. I felt myself pouring out of the bass itself as though it was just an extension of myself. What was stuck inside me when I was in orchestra class, all that time ago, was finally coming out. I laughed joyously; I really could play.

I think this says it all.