THE NEWEST INSTRUMENT

BY KAYLA EMERTON

I kept on thinking the same thing to myself, I can do this. On the outside, I was sure that I
looked confident, but on the inside, a riot was happening in my nervous system. What if this
company rejected my invention that was a mixture of an instrument and a piece of technology?
When I thought of it the first time and told my family about it, it sounded like an excellent idea;
now, since I thought of it, while I drove to the company building, it started to sound absolutely
ridiculous. I almost drove back to my apartment, to forget about this whole thing; but I am not
going to be a coward, and just ignore my only chance to show what I can do and what I am
capable of making.
As soon as I arrived at the company’s building, I took in a deep breath, and got out of the
car. I grabbed my invention, and entered the building. The inside almost looked like a doctor’s
waiting room, except this room was a little darker, and there were all kinds of pictures of musical
instruments on the walls. I sat my invention on a seat, and went to the desk to sign in. I sat back
down on the seat with my invention on my lap, and waited for someone to call me up. When
someone did, I got up, while holding my invention, and followed the person.
She paused at the door for a second, looked back at me, and said, “After this person
comes out, you can go in, and introduce your….” she paused looking at the object I was holding,
“instrument.” She walked away and whispered to herself, not knowing that I could hear, “Good
luck having success with that thing.” What she had said should have put me down and should
have made me think all pessimistic, but I was too confident to be down right now. A man walked
out of the door, looking ashamed, with his invention in his hand. He must have gotten rejected.
As soon as he walked away, I inhaled slowly, my heart beating like a drum, and went through the
door.
The room was extremely large. There was a big table with a lot of business men and
women sitting, looking up at me. One man got up and said, “Hello. You must be Sarah Wilson.”
I nodded. “Yes, I am. Nice to meet you.”
He smiled friendly like. “You too.” He sat back down and said, “So what have you got
for us today?”
I smiled and said, “This is an electric computer guitar. This isn’t like an ordinary guitar,
though it does have six strings and frets. This guitar has a built in computer system, and it’s
purpose is to search for any song that you want, and it can do the back ground music while you
play the guitar part of it.”
Someone from the table interrupted my presentation and stood up. “Have you tested it out
yet?”
I nodded. “Of course I have. Would you like me to show you?”
The guy that interrupted me said, “Yes please.” Then he sat back down.
I nodded as I entered the song that I wanted to play for them (I made sure that the song
was appropriate enough so that it wouldn’t disturb anyone so there is a slight chance that I might
be able to get them to like my invention). I paused it so that I could put my fingers in a power
cord position, and I hit play on the screen. As I was strumming the guitar with my pick (usually
picks are used when strumming a guitar) that was in my right hand, and pressing the strings on
the fingerboard of the guitar with my left hand, I could have sworn that every single business
person in that room had their mouth open with shock. The vibration of the strings (which created
the different sounds) made me feel like there might me a chance for this invention. I exhaled
with relief when I played the last note of the song, and then everyone applauded.
After a few seconds, the clapping began fading and eventually stopped. The man that
greeted me said, “Impressive, Ms. Wilson. Is there anything else you would like to tell us about
your fabulous invention? Does it even have a name?”
I nodded. “It is called the TechGuitar. The interesting thing about it is the computer in the
guitar. It can play the background music of every single song in the whole world; every country
in every continent. And another cool thing is that it is automatically tuned to every song as well
as soon as you enter the song in the computer; that’s why this guitar doesn’t have any tuning
pegs. Actually, half of this invention is made out of technology.”
I saw every person nodding, looking at each other; I’m guessing approving my
TechGuitar. Then the same man said, “Very interesting. Is that all you have for us?”
I nodded. “Yes sir. That is it.”
He smiled. “Okay then, Ms. Wilson. It seems to appear that the TechGuitar just might be
the next best thing. Let’s meet up again a different time so that we can make a commercial and
make more of your outstanding invention, and I swear, you are going to be the happiest woman
in the world. Come back here next Saturday at one o clock and bring your TechGuitar with you.”
I smiled extremely wide, and quickly said, “Thank you so much. I promise you won’t be
disappointed. I will be right on time.” I exited out the door and smiled, telling myself, You did it,
you did it. You finally did it! I ran out of the building and went inside my car, put my TechGuitar
in the back, and pulled out my cell phone so that I could let my family and friends know that I
finally did it.