His hands were trembling. He can hear himself gasping and heavily breathing. The guitar seemed to have a mind of its own. It is like inviting him to strum the strings. He started to pluck the string. As he moved his fingers, an old gentle man appeared.
AAAAHHHHH!! Who are you? Who are you? I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I will not touch the guitar again!! Pls don't hurt me! The old man said, No, I will not hurt you. I am a spirit. I died a long time ago. I am a guitarist but I had an accident. Because of the accident, I can't play the guitar anymore. Now I know you are a good musician. Please stay in this house and play for me forever.
Please don't be scared. I am like your grandpa. If you play the guitar for me, I will make you the best guitarist ever. If you stop playing for me, you will lose your skill. You choose. The young man said, I am sorry, I can't live here. I have a family. I am alright with my skill now. I don't have to be the best guitarist. Goodbye.The house has always been looking for a musician....are.. you.. the.. next?
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