There are two things you remember: Dropping that G (or two) on Timmy's new French Horn, and the moment you accidentally ran over it in your driveway. Fearing the worst, but hoping for the best, you bring it to the good instrument doctors at Strait Music. They've seen it all, rest assured, and will repair Timmy's French Horn in time for the big concert; he's first chair, and the only thing he'll remember is that you were there. And the next time, the only thing you'll remember: Rental.
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