I cleaned my flute today. I don't clean it often enough -- especially when things like this happen to it... It was passed around like a hot potato at the last Seven meeting!
Ryan plays guitar and piano. He's capable of learning most others too, even if he can't read music. But he gave up after only being able to get a "C" out of the flute. Can't even hold his hands the right way! ^_~
Scott plays trumpet. Well, he used to. Not flute. But he did do better than Ryan as far as getting noises to come out of it. Not very pretty ones, but noises.
Scott was way too amused. But he was spitting in it and wouldn't give it back! Hence, why I cleaned it.
Ray couldn't figure it out. He said it was too long, and later said he has a new appreciation for me. That's a compliment coming from Ray.
Ray and Scott. *sigh* It's not a spyglass!
Ray: "My end's got no hole, Cella!" (Scott's last name)
Gotta love 'em...