Raihan: Descriptive Writing 2

Task: Descriptive Writing 2

The golden light gently touches Fender’s silver strings; the bronze tone did not forget to leave its mark on the vinyl records lining up the walls. Like wallpaper, the records did not stand the test of time. Broken bits, pieces and fragments, mounting the floor like black patches of tar. Music sheets covered every corner of the room, the complete ones anyway. Surprisingly, the incomplete ones are neatly stacked near the queen – size floral bed. That same yellow reflection softly brushes the black and white keys of Yamaha and there lay Dee Minor and cuddled up, white and purring.