Jannette destroys the guitarMP4

Jeanette stood before the small guitar, wishing to play it, but her fingers tangled in unfamiliar chords. She felt irritation building in waves, then erupting inside her like the flames of an unbridled fire. Uselessly tossing the instrument to the floor, she realized it wouldn't help. She wanted to obliterate this feeling of disappointment, these futile melody loops that refused to harmonize. Passion seized her, driving her to kick at the guitar as though she could turn it to dust, rid herself of all her troubles. She struck and struck until the sounds became a shapeless roar, and the small...

Jeanette stood before the small guitar, wishing to play it, but her fingers tangled in unfamiliar chords. She felt irritation building in waves, then erupting inside her like the flames of an unbridled fire. Uselessly tossing the instrument to the floor, she realized it wouldn't help. She wanted to obliterate this feeling of disappointment, these futile melody loops that refused to harmonize. Passion seized her, driving her to kick at the guitar as though she could turn it to dust, rid herself of all her troubles. She struck and struck until the sounds became a shapeless roar, and the small guitar turned into debris strewn across the floor, like the remnants of a failed symphony.