Submission (#1793) Approved

please don't read this guys im going so fast so its gonna be bad

For the winter holidays, Nipton wanted to celebrate through his favorite thing- music. So, he gathered up his belongings and set out to one of the most popular places in Terrah-- the middle of Nowhere. A few Terras could be spotted here and there, bundled up in their winter clothes to enjoy the fresh snow falling around them. Nipton set down his guitar case, speaker, and stool, readying up to begin his song for those around him. It took him a moment to find somewhere to plug in the speaker, and he looked a bit of a fool as he walked around the square nervously holding a cord. However, he succeeded and finally sat down to strum the first few notes...

And boy, was he awful. Although he sang his heart out to all of the winter tunes he knew, there was no sound possibly worse than what was coming out of his sensors. In fact, it was so bad that most of the Terras gathered in Nowhere up and left- the few that remained sitting nervously and awkwardly as they tried to tune out the horrible cacophony that was grating into their poor sensors. All of this was completely unbeknownst to Nipton, who took the several leaving Terras as people so inspired by his song that they went home to practice for themselves. After a few more squeaky guitar plucks and unsupported notes, he hopped off his stool, took a bow, and looked into his guitar case. A few Terras had tossed him a measly 23 cents out of pity, but that was more than enough to be okay for Nipton. Content with the day's work, he packed up his belongings and started the long trek back to his home, singing the same Christmas tunes throughout. Any Terra that passed by him were quick to cover their sensors and hurry along the path, casting a few judging glances back at Nipton.

None of this mattered to him, though. At heart, he knew that he wasn't the greatest singer or guitar player, but that didn't stop him. What mattered most was making a memorable event for those around them, one that they could look back on and laugh as they remember it the next winter Holiday. Sure, some of their picnics or parties may have been a little ruined by his song, but it was nothing that moving a few feet away couldn't fix. With that, he opened his front door and set everything back inside, curling up against the windowsill at another job well done.