Soon, I'll have a trumpet.
A crappy trumpet, barley capable of notes.
It will be perfect, for there is only one song worth playing on a trumpet.
Only 2 musical meters worth playing, to master the trumpet.
2 meters that will get stuck in your head until you die, and will be there in hell with you for eternity. Played by me. ... Forever.
It will never stop.
In the quietest of night, you will hear it ring out, it's catchy-ness unrivaled world over.
...
It will find you.
You cannot hide.
You cannot unhear it.
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