“I lead a flat life here at Zeta Violins. Sure, I’m supposed to hang in the background, I know that. But give me a break. Turn my knobs please. Add some color to my existence.
What gives man. I don’t get to travel. I just sit here in the shadows of the performer and the music. I don’t get to add any tone or dimension to the sound. I’m just flat-lined man.
Save me! Somebody . . . you ought there? Help me please. C’mon . . . let me color it up. I have more to offer than just a volume control.
Dang those Zeta bridges.” L.B.