The Red Mandolin

Gather round, friends, for I have a tale to spin.

Thursday we were walking by the sale board on campus, and I see a sign proclaiming "FOR SALE: MANDOLIN!" Immediately I realize that I need one. So I call Marcus:

"Hello! I was wondering, "I" being your niece, how you feel about mandolins and the buying thereof?"

A day goes by. Nothing happens. So I leave another message.

"I wasn't joking about the mandolin, you know. You need to call me. But not if you want to discuss this, because I'm at work. But call me, so we can discuss money."

So then he calls me back.

"Mandolin, huh?"
"Yep. I figured you could pay for the mandolin, and I'd pay for the lessons."
"Okay. But we get to have a concert."
"Sure thing."
"...so how much is it?"
"Should be about $200."
"Oh God, my plane! I'll call you tonight."
"CURSESSSSSSSS."

And then he doesn't call me back, so I called him.

"To ensure you don't forget to call me back about the mandolin, I am going to serenade you. Three! Two! One!
MANDOLIN MANDOLIN MANDOLIN LIN LIN!
MANDOLIN MANDOLIN MANDOLIN LIN LIN!

Call!"

He called, and gave me the money. I think a large part of my success is because he has absolutely no idea what a mandolin IS. For those of you who are with him on that, behold!

And if you want to know what the hell that sounds like, play some of the stuff on this page. I'll be playing most of the renaissance and midieval music.