GONZO THE ACCORDION PLAYER
Somewhere along the streets of Ashford lies a lonesome man... my father, Gonzo. People despised his presence and his disturbance - he became a stain on the high street that no one could remove. Why would someone continue to subject themselves to such hate? His previous character was now void, leaving behind a hollow shell, covering his eyes with that sombrero and not portraying any emotion. In his state of sadness, Gonzo had yearned to rekindle a connection with this father through the means of music I immediately grabbed my guitar, joined my dad outside Poundland and began playing. The residents of Ashford High Street began to gather, gleefully listening and now throwing money at us, rather than litter. He then removed his sombrero, packed away the accordion, and returned to our family that very day with a smile on his face.