It proved very difficult to walk away from Ruby Jane Smith's recent performance without having been entertained. Her amazing old-time stylings would stun a baby elephant! I particularly enjoyed her moving piece she played entirely on the spoons! I've been eating cereal with them all my life. Who know I was eating with some of the finest musical instruments?! I've decided to quit, ever since I saw Smith in concert. In fact, I'm swapping my spoons and my bowl for an old saxophone. (If you remove the reed, the saxophone neck works as an impressive straw for my Fruity Pebbles).
In my country, we call music with an annoying twang, depressing lyrics, and sung by rednecks, "country-western." I was pleased to find out that it was called the same thing here. Smith's concert not only entertained me, but it inspired me to become a musical prodigy like her. Only, I don't like country-western, so I'm thinking of doing something more European. Maybe Italian. When I think of Italian, though, music doesn't come to mind--it's food and the mafia; both things which fascinate me. Ruby Jane Smith has inspired me to follow my dream of becoming a pastry-chef by day and a hitman by night.
In conclusion, I don't know what 'neophyte' means. Thus we see that country-western music does nothing to improve vocabulary.
For some reason, he didn't turn it in. But in his final draft, he did incorporate elements of my piece. Like the 'stun a baby elephant' bit.