My violin crashed to the floor. The painted happy face on its purple surface seemed to frown at me almost mimicking my expression. “I hate playing the violin” I yelled at my parents “calm down…” Mum replied but I didn’t hear the rest because I had stormed down the hallway and into my room. I slammed the door, and threw myself onto my stuffed elephant soft toy and stayed there for a long time. I finally got up and walked into the living room. I was surprised about the fact it was night. I must have fallen asleep. I picked up the violin and started to play it, the noise filled the room. I would never give up violin.