RANKUWA

• Fletcher Elliott, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2017

I have been sitting there sweating hard trying to attract an audience but it didn’t work. I thought I was too slow so I got a robotic arm/limb even though I had to get my real arm removed I did not care because I just wanted to play the guitar faster. They put me to sleep and chopped my arm off. When I woke up I quickly ran back to grey town and started playing the guitar. I thought the arm would help but it didn’t I only had I person that liked my music. I guess I wasn’t good at playing the guitar after all. The rocky mcRockers were way cooler they have 9.9 thousand fans every gig but I only had one.