A long time ago there was a kid named Dash. Dash loved nothing more than making noise. Whether it was whistling, tapping, or even clicking his heels he turned it into music. Dash’s friends always commented on the amazing coordination from sound to sound.
One day Dash got tired of the everyday beats and decided to search for a new sound. The sound he realized he wanted was to be a twanging sound. He then got a memory of seeing someone play a harp in a restaurant. Now he knew what he would need.
Dash went around his house searching for the tool he would need using his brilliant imagination to picture what his invention would look like. After an hour or so of scavenging Dash came to his room with some dental floss, a long slender piece of wood, and a stapler. Now he was ready.
Dash grabbed the floss and stretched it warily across the wood to avoid snapping it. Once he was happy with the length he stapled the ends to the wood. Dash looked over his device and was pleased. He then began plucking the floss strands making a very subtle twang noise. He was very displeased with the noise. He then pictured the harp again and remembered the open space among the strings. Dash went a got a carpenters knife and cut a hole midway through the wood where the strings cross. He then began plucking at the floss again and this time was very pleased.
He now harvested the noise he desired. Almost daily Dash made additions and modifications to his invention making sounds of numerous notes and pitches. All he needed now was a name. Days went by as he tried thinking of names until one day he thought of the name “Twang Thang” laughing to himself he said nah that will never do.
Then one day at school a kid who Dash had never seen before said hey! Why not call it a guitar? Dash was quite confused but very happy with the idea. Even now the name is a mystery as to how it got picked, but all that is known is Dash became a musical hero with his guitar and that’s all musicians seem to care about.
The End. PS my name is Dash:)
