Acoustic Ambush

I noticed the dark hollow inside the acoustic guitar leaning against the armchair and knew instantly what had to be done. Slipping behind the heavy nylon strings, I scrambled directly into the circular soundhole and nestled myself inside the warm wooden chamber! The interior smelled richly of cedar and dust. When I tapped my foot, the entire hollow belly hummed back in deep harmony. Thrilled by this hidden cavern, I stood tall, puffed up full of air, and belted a sharp, resonant trill straight into the dark wood. The six strings overhead immediately shivered into life, humming a shimmering chime that vibrated right through my toes!