Until one night, after a particularly bad fight and a few too many drinks, he smothered his brother in his sleep. They travelled together, performed together, and all that time the older brother’s jealousy festered within him. They were both talented, but when they performed together it was easy to see whose heart was really in the music. He was determined to be liked, and cultivated a fine and charming manner in order to endear himself to those around him, but he could never match the simple sincerity of his younger brother. But the older brother was a jealous sort, always seeing himself as second place, even though he was the oldest. And when the father died, it was the younger son that he gave the guitar to. The younger brother was just like his father, who loved the music for its own sake. The eldest son was bold and adventurous and loved music too, though more for the attention that his talent brought him than for the music itself. ![]() The father was a brilliant musician with a poet’s heart. ![]() In her story, the guitar was a family heirloom.
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