“Agh,” one of the boys in the back whispered to another. “It’s beautiful.”
I played accordion as a teenager. I doubt that many of my peers would have deemed the sound (even expertly played on an exquisite accordion) as "beautiful". It was more of something to be mocked.
For that matter, as an adult, my peers still tend to mock accordions.
What a difference being a single country away makes!
I played accordion as a teenager. I doubt that many of my peers would have deemed the sound (even expertly played on an exquisite accordion) as "beautiful". It was more of something to be mocked.
For that matter, as an adult, my peers still tend to mock accordions.
What a difference being a single country away makes!