Strum of the Seraphic Symphony
Once upon a time, in the bustling city of Nashville lived a plump and affable man named, Desson. He was a celebrated guitar-maker, crafting masterpieces for the finest music artists, country singers and enthusiasts alike. His workshop, 'Desson's Harmony', was a haven of mythology crafted over the guitars.
Fredrick J. Tickleson, a retired army officer and Desson's best friend since childhood, spent his afternoons at Desson's workshop, sharing stories of his adventurous past. One day, Fredrick, deep in his stories, mentioned 'The Seraphic Symphony', a legendary guitar believed to possess heavenly notes, owned by the great Jimi Hendrix.
Intrigued, Desson embarked on a mission to recreate 'The Seraphic Symphony'. Days turned into months and with each passing day, Desson's workshop resonated with his zeal and the aroma of spruce, osage-orange, and mahogany, the essences of his masterpiece.
One bright morning, the last stroke of Desson's brush sealed his creation. Fredrick, filled with anticipation, plucked a string and the shop bloomed with the marvel of 'The Seraphic Symphony'. But the celebration was cut short when, Karl, Desson's ruthless competitor and proprietor of 'Phonic Artistry' offered a substantial sum for it.
Desson, torn between a financial crisis and his pride, reluctantly rejected the proposal. Soon, a series of mysterious incidents instigated the uncertainty and fear within him, aptly complemented by Karl's ominous threats.
Unnerved, Desson decided to display the 'Seraphic Symphony' at the 'Nashville Annual Music Festival' with the aim of selling it to an admirer of its excellence rather than its cost. As the big day arrived, Desson, with Fredrick by his side, embraced the sea of euphoria and melody, their hearts pounding with anticipation.
The Seraphic Symphony, lying majestically atop the counter, garnered awe and fascination. But halfway through the day, amidst the bustle, it disappeared. Desson, shaken by the loss, sought the local sheriff's help who instantly became dubious about Karl's involvement.
A massive hunt began, but the guitar remained elusive. The festival ended on a bitter note and Desson's Harmony bore the silence of defeat. But, the despair began thinning when letters of support and commendation started filling Desson's mailbox. Nashville had recognized Desson the artist rather than Desson the guitar maker, a realization that tasted sweeter than any victory.
One day, a young man sauntered into ‘Desson’s Harmony’ carrying the legendary Seraphic Symphony. He revealed himself as the nephew of Hendrix who had heard rumors about Desson's masterpiece. Hunting down the guitar, he was the one who discretely acquired it from the festival, to verify its authenticity. Satisfied, he now sought Desson's permission to permanently house ‘The Seraphic Symphony’ within his 'Hendrix Museum'.
The story ended with Desson, gleaming with joy and satisfaction, permitted him the possession of the guitar, which meant his artistry would coexist perpetually with his idol’s legendary stature. This incident, while a testament to Desson's craftsmanship, reestablished his perception about art - 'Art is never lost; it just awaits the right recognition'.