Arthur didn't answer with words. He cupped his hands around the tiny silver instrument, creating a wah-wah effect he’d learned in Chapter 7. He played a soulful, bending note that felt like heartbreak and rain. The kids stayed for twenty minutes.
One evening, Arthur was invited to sit in with a jazz band at a local dive bar. He walked onto the stage with his well-worn For Dummies book tucked into his back pocket like a talisman. When the spotlight hit him, he didn't feel the old tightness in his chest. He took a deep breath—a full, deep, harmonica-player’s breath—and blew a hole right through the silence. He wasn't a dummy anymore. He was a musician. Harmonica For Dummies (For Dummies (Sports & Ho...
He started in his cramped apartment. The first week was a disaster of shrill, metallic honks that sounded like a goose being stepped on. His neighbor, a retired boxer named Sal, pounded on the wall. "Kid! Either kill the bird or learn a chord!" Arthur didn't answer with words