Iam a musical note. 
I'm joined with MR.Shuba in his composed score.
I think Mr.Shuba is a great composer,
he often plays his score with his family 
and he loves doing this family activity.

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AS for myself, I don't like it. 
Do you want to know the reason why?
He has a little boy named Jim,he plays the Violin 
and I'm in his part of the score. 
Though he's a very cute boy,he's not a good player. 
He plays terrible!
I'm always wait nervously as he plays out my sound. 
The other notes also hate to join in his part,
so everyone wants to move to another part of the score.

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HIS faimily began to notice 
his awful playing and one night 
his father told Jim that he needs to practice more 
so that he can play together sith his family. 
Jim's brothers and sisters also talked unkindly to him.
Little boy Jim looked so sad and only said 'Yes' at that time. 
I also wanted to tell Jim how I felt but when I saw his face, 
I didn't say anything. 
And we haven't see him in the music room recently.
We have felt badly since then.

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BUT oneday,Jim came into the music room quietly.
Nobody was at home the day. 'Jim has came into the room!' 
we whispered to each other and became very excited! 
Jim took his violin and started to play.
Though it still sounded badly, we felt good and very happy. 
But then suddenly the sound stopped. 
I looked up at him and I found big tear balls on his face.
'Don't cry Jim!' we shouted, 
although he couldn't hear our voice. 
Then Jim came and stood in fromt of us,he stared at us,
so we tried to make big smiles for him. 
But he said to us,
'Notes,Notes! Why do I need to play the Notes!?'

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WE were so sad when he said that to us. 
We were really hurt.
Jim wipped off his tears and picked up his violin again. 
We watched everything he was doing.
But he couldn't play correctly...

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AND then, a man came into the music room. 
He's a friend of Mr.Shuba and he's also famous violinist.
'Hi,How are you?' he said.
'Well...I'm pretty good,sir.' Jim answered.
'Oh, were you playing the violin? That's great! 
I'd started playing it just about the same age as you.
And I was just as terrible when I began.'
Jim was so surprised.
'Really!? I can't believe it. 
You are a very famous violinist around the world,aren't you?!'
'Ha,ha, thank you Jim.Well, what kind of music
were you playing?-Uh, huh,can I borrow your violin?'

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JIM passes the violin to him. 
He took Jim's violin and begin to play.
Wonderful and beautiful sounds were heard in the music room.
We notes all felt good and comfortable! 
We had an exciting feeling,Yes,that's the way it should be!!
And Jim, oh yes, he watched with amazed
and his eyes were sparkling the whole time!

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'GREAT!! how come you play so good?' Jim asked.
'Just practice, Jim.' He said and winked to Jim.
'I do, but I sound awful...!'
'-and also love your violin.' 
The violonist smiling at him,passed the violin back to Jim.
'Here, it's your turm Jim.' 
Jim took the violin and put it on his shoulder.
'Ok,Jim. Can you play this note?'
HE POINTED AT ME!!
I prayed and said 'Jim, DO YOUR BEST!' in my mind.

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'IMAGINE Jim. This violin wants to become a part of you.
Don't be afraid. Your violin wants to become your friend.'
Slowly, Jim moved his wrist.

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HE made a sound. It was my true sound!
'Yes,Jim! you can do it!!' He shouted.
Also all the notes shouted and jumped around!
'Was it right...?' Jim asked him.
'Yes, you were perfect.'
Jim had a big smile on his face.
Jim picked up the violin again and played me over and over.

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JIM now joins in his family activities.
Nobody complains to him anymore
because he can even play better than some of his family.

As for me, I'm still in his parts and
 I am proud to be there.

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