Author's Note: Hey, thanks for reading. Well, this little story is kind of based on a real bassoon: my own, who is also named Bob. XD But I didn't forget him. I practice my bassoon a lot. I was just experimenting with different subjects due to writer's block and this was the outcome. I'm still writing the other chapters, so if you like this, look for more. :) Enjoy!
Bob the Forgotten Bassoon
The bassoon lies in its case, enclosed in its clausterphobic coffin, awaiting his player, his mastress, to awaken him. In his case, Bob the bassoon is terribly alone and he wishes for the light of his mastress's bedroom to pour into his bocal, for the dust of being unplayed to rise off him, and to be resurrected. That is all Bob longs for in life now.
Previously, Bob had many dreams of traveling all over the world with his mastress. He had so many hopes--he and his player would go everywhere, be in any orchestra, symphony, and band, they would live to the fullest in the double-reed world. But in the very beginning of living out these dreams, Bob's player stopped playing him, suddenly, without note or forewarning. It was all too much for Bob, the lost soul. He was cast into his stuffy case for months upon months, causing extreme mental anguish for the forgotten Bob. Unable to escape, he missed the outside world and longed for his mastress to simply open the case up again and to just play him. She never did -- not for at least a year. Bob was, and still is, a forgotten bassoon.