Lol. This story was an inspiration from a song. A fun a song which gave me goosebumps. Hopefully you enjoy it. Hopefully YOU WON'T CRITICISE. Don't or I'll pull your intestines and hang you from a tree. Ya trick.

It was a cool day at Whoville and the Whos happily pranced around the city. The mayor, as usual, woke up feeling rather odd. Well actually, he IS odd.

Jojo, age 14, slept deeply, dreaming about him playing the violin. The whole audience is cheering and shouting happily. He is playing a live solo. Note after note, he produced music from the wooden instrument, giving the Whos chills as the melody flew inside their ears. His vibrato, his posture. his moving body, made him amazing. As he finished, the crowd went wild! "Encore! Encore!"they shouted. The applause could not stop! It continued for minutes and minutes. The roaring crowd was deafening. Well, no one can play like Jojo did! The Whos yelled, "Jojo! Jojo! Jojo! Jojo!" Oh, how happy he was. The people threw roses at him. They cheered and cheered. It was-

"JOJO! You better get up or I'll pull you out of bed! NOW GET UP!" his father yelled while tapping on his shoulder. Jojo rubbed his eyes from the tears of happiness and sat up. "Good boy. Now get ready! We're taking you somewhere special!" Ned yelled happily. Jojo groaned a bit. "Where to, the library?" he asked. "No! Just get ready!" And to that, Ned flew away, accidentally bumped into the closed door. Jojo gave a face. "Sorry! Just...didn't notice that!" And he ran out.

Jojo groaned again. His dad says these 'surprise ' places are special, but they're just boring and fancy adult parties he must deal with every time his dad takes him someplace special. Jojo just brushed his teeth and combed his hair. He slid down the stairs on the rail. "Ready dad," he said. As soon as Jojo saw his father, Ned was dressed in a tuxedo and Jojo then started to become scared. "Um, dad? What are you wearing?" he asked.

Ned grinned. "Well, I DO need to look good if we're going to The Crystal-clear theatre!"
This can't be happening, Jojo thought. "THE CRYSTAL-CLEAR THEATRE??" Jojo asked. "You never told me we were going to The CRYSTAL-CLEAR THEATRE!!"
Ned chuckled. "I know your excited, but save your comments for last when the show is over. And it WAS a surprise," he stated. Jojo shook his head. "I'm not going!" he said. Ned asked, "Why not?" Jojo blew the hair off his face. "Because...because...it's so...it's...CLASSICAL MUSIC!!" Jojo yelled. Ned chuckled again.
"I know. Isn't it great? Classical music is wonderful," he stated proudly. Jojo shook his head fast. "It's boring! I'll fall asleep!"
Ned rolled his eyes. "Come on ,we're gonna be late," he said.

"I'm not going," Jojo pouted. Ned grinned and laughed nervously. "Yes you are," he said. Jojo shook his head fast. "No...I'M NOT." Ned grabbed his arm. "YES...you are."
Jojo pulled his father's hand off him. "NO... I AM NOT!!" Ned pulled him, but Jojo held onto the door knob. "No! Don't do this!" Ned rolled his eyes and struggled for his son to let go of the door knob.
"Come on Jojo, it's just classical music!" "No!! Don't do this please! NO!!"
To that, Jojo failed and got into the car.

3 hours later.

The two arrived at home and opened the door. Jojo happily walked inside by his proud father. "So how was it?" Sally asked as she was cooking. "It was AWESOME. Amazing, really. You should've been there," Jojo said. "Oh, I'm glad. And how 'bout you Ned? Did you like it?" "Well duh! I've loved classical music since I was Jojo's age," he said.
As the both kept talking, Jojo ran upstairs to his room, feeling content and super inspired.

He locked the door and picked up one CD from the floor that was scattered with albums and tools. He threw the CD like a boomerang and it made it inside the radio. The radio played The misfits.
He grabbed a magazine that was under his bed and tried to find a private violin teacher, for he wanted so bad to play it.
After listening to that concert in the Crystal-clear Theatre, he has become inspired. FULLY.

Now he wants to play clasical music. He had to admit, it was pretty long.

So he searched and searched and searched. Until..

A PRIVATE TEACHER! "Yes! Finally!" Jojo grabbed his phone with skulls and dialed the number.
It was ringing.

"Hello?" he greeted.
"AAAHHHHHHHHH!!" The screaming made Jojo flinch. "Hello?" he called again.
He suddenly heard strange voices and screaming and grunts. Jojo froze. "Go away! Get outta here! GOSH! No, no! SHOO!" a warmer but strong voice said. "Hello?" the voice said. Jojo shook his head. "Um, is this, er...Tyger Katriman?" Jojo asked. "Yup. That's me. What do you need?" he asked. Jojo sighed in relief. "Um, I was wondering if you can give me violin lesson. Please?" Then again, Jojo hard another screaming.
"Uh, yea sure. 6:00 good?PM? Tomorrow?" Tyger asked.
Jojo thought for a sec. "Yea, sure," he responded.

"Okay. Bring your own violin," Tyger said, then hung up. Jojo put his phone down.

"A violin? Where can I get one? Hmmm..."

And he thought. "Of course! I'm an inventor! Stupid me, god I'm stupid."
And he left to the abandoned star study tower...to...yea...make a violin.

The next day, Jojo could not wait 'till it was 6:00. He was anxious to play the violin and felt like playing i right now, but...he was afraid that if he did, he'd sound bad...VERY bad. He never even plucked a string.

6:00 PM, FINALLY!!

Jojo was holding his violin in a pretty, navy blue case. He felt jumpy but calm at the same time.

He arrived at a motel looking place. He could see punks and tough guys partying through the window. He knocked on the door. A man with multiple piercings on his face opened it.
"Who are you? What the hell do you want?" he asked rudely. Jojo gulped a bit. "Um..is Tyger Katriman here?" he asked softly. The dude spat on the floor. "Why? Sex?" he asked. Jojo shook his head at a fast pace. "No! He gives private lessons!"
The dude stared at him. "No. Now run along little boy." And he slammed the door. Jojo could here loud murmuring inside.
A young looking guy with long black hair, up to waist, and bangs covering his eyes opened the door.
"Who are you?" he asked. "Um, Jojo. A student? I asked for private lessons," he responded. Tyger grinned and pulled him inside. The place was infested with teenagers and punks with tattoos and piercings. He hoped he would make it alive.

He went to a quiet room, a bright room. It had a chair, a music stand, and another chair. "Okay. So you wanna know how to play violin, righ'?" Tyger asked. Jojo nodded and sat down, taking his violin out of the case. It was gorgeous. It looked rich and wooden. Like a fiddle! Tyger snatched it and took a good look at it. "Whoa! Where'd you get this?" he asked. Jojo shrugged. "I made it," he said. Tyger opened his mouth, then smiled. "Cool. Okay, time for your first lesson. How to tune!"

3 hours later.

Jojo left to his home, content. "How was violin practice?" Sally asked. Jojo smiled. "AWESOME." And he left to his room, took out paper with staffs, and wrote...

words? No. MUSIC.

Okay! That's enough for today. Omg, he can play! (A little). But he is learning fast.
Please, no critics or intestine time! See ya'll in Hell. Ya trick.