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My brother plays the violin. (He's really very bad at it.) His violin is so squeaky. Well, I, Zani, am proud to say that I play the beautiful cello instead of the squeaky little "thing." I am very good at playing the cello. The cello is my pride and joy. I've played it for nearly every day for the last six years.

I play beautiful music, while my brother plays horrible stuff that I wouldn't even call music. When we play together it sounds like a nightingale and a mouse, me being the nightingale and my brother being the mouse. And he always blames me for his mistakes! That's why I hate playing music with him.

Okay, maybe I stretched the "my brother plays badly" part a little bit because sometimes he plays  well (but not often). When he plays well he always says "Oh, I'm the best violinist int he whole wide world!!!" but as you already know, he's not the best violinist in the whole wide world.

I love my cello. Come hear us play and you be the judge!

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