Shake hands and come out searching for Middle C

 

The agonizing sounds coming out of Mrs. Sherman’s music room were unworldly.  Hideously tortured instruments crying out for mercy.  Children oblivious to their own actions.  Even several rooms down the hall, students as well as faculty were cringing.  If ever there was a need for a Geneva Convention for musical instruments it was now. 

Violins sounding like they were being stretched across the rack.  Trumpets being forced to inflate as if they were a pool toy, flutes huddled in the corner, sobbing at a high pitch.  And Mrs. Sherman looking on from ringside, as if watching a terribly mismatched boxing match, praying for the bell that would stop the carnage.