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Righty-oh. You are a schoolkid, and you live in the funky retirement town of Bexton-Next-The-Sea. By some strange biological quirk you can be either male or female (your choice), but choose now because, you never know, it might make a difference later on (although we live in an age of equal opportunities, there are some in this world to whose door enlightenment treads a rather slow path...). Your parents have declined to give you a name (let's say...um...they belong to some weird religious sect or something) and now the time has come for you to choose your own. Anything you want, it's all in your mind anyway.
Luckily for you, your parents have also decided that you must learn a musical instrument. Cool huh? You are pretty much undecided about this. It seems like a fun thing to do - better than junior stamp-collecting club at any rate - even though the music teacher at your school smells of boiled cabbage and rising damp. And so it is on your first day back after the Summer Holidays you find yourself sat at the back of the Music Room at Groverham Valley Community College, trying to stay awake as some guy from the Education Authority drones on about the "wonderful opportunities" afforded by learning a musical instrument.
At the end of the meeting your parents are chatting to Mr Porpoise, Head of Extra-Curricular Studies (formerly "Performing Arts"), when he turns to you and smiles. "So then...what instrument would you like to learn?"
You gulp, "Um..." You haven't had to make a life-changing decision before (not as a fictional character on the Internet anyway). Well...I guess you just chose your name and gender, but other than that your experience of making decisions is limited. Luckily for you, so is the choice of instruments on offer. You choose: