[ WP ] Every person in the world is a musical instrument .

Life was a nightmare. There was not a single place where you could find tranquility and silence. Trumpet-boys blasted loud numbing sounds from their mouths every step they took, while overly high-pitched shrieks from Violin-women continuously echoed throughout a mile radius. The worst part of this? Everyone seemed to enjoy their horrible music. 
 
 I was born as a Triangle, the first and probably only of my kind. It was voted the most useless instrument 20 years in a row, and you can probably figure out why. The clinking of metal was definitely not a unique sound and it required no talent whatsoever. I felt completely useless in the school band, just standing in a corner and clinking metal once every 30 seconds. 
 
 It was not surprising that I was ostracised from society. I still vividly remember the look on my parents faces when I was born, despite it being almost fourty years ago. Anguish, anger and shock, all on a single face. I came from a family full of famous and successful instruments, thus you can imagine their disappointment when a lowly Triangle became the child of a Violin-mum and a Drums-dad. 
 
 Growing up, I received none of my parents' love. I was the child that was left behind while they took my prodigy of a sister, a Piano-girl, everywhere around the world, from the Great Pyramids of Guitar to the Cymbal of Freedom, the Statue of Liberty. I felt so, so alone. Over the years, I became a cold and unfriendly person, possessing years of pent up rage within. I grew to hate music, the very essence of our souls. Other than attending school, I rarely left home and spent hours lying on my bed with ear plugs jammed in my ears. Yet, I could still hear the annoying melody of sounds echoing throughout my apartment. 
 
 My only goal in life was to find peace and quiet, to become isolated from society. Years ago, I set off from my homeland to achieve this goal, without even saying goodbye to my parents. My first destination in mind was the Amazon rainforest, where I could set up a hut in the dense forest and survive on hunting and fishing. I thought it was the perfect location. When I finally got there, it was the contrary. The first few days were okay, with only the faint sound of the hitting of drums bothering me. However, as the days progressed, it became louder and louder. I was awoken one night with the spear of a native Banjo-tribeswoman right in front of my face. Behind her were hundreds of other tribespeople, ranging from Flute-women to Trumpet-men. Knowing I was overpowered and outnumbered, I immediately surrendered, allowing them to take me back to their camp. It did n't taken me long to figure out that they were cannibals and were planning to cook me alive. I accepted my impending doom as I felt that I did not really have a place in this world, saying my final prayers as they were about to barbecue me over the campfire. Miraculously, I managed to escape when an expedition group came wandering into their camp. 
 
 Striking the Amazon rainforest off my list after that near-death experience, I decided to head to the next destination on my list, icy Greenland. I figured I could find a secluded and small village to settle down in, not wanting to be in another dangerous situation again. After weeks of searching for the perfect village, I came across a remote town called Ittoqqortoormiit, with just 450 residents. The town was mostly filled with instrument-people of less significance and recognition, such as Harmonica-people and Clarinet-people. However, I did not meet another person of the same kind as me, a Triangle-person. I settled down in a house about 20 miles away from the main town area, hoping this would be the perfect place. It was close to perfect for the first few months. Other than the occasional Clarinet practice or band session, it was mostly tranquil. I lived my quiet and cold life alone for almost fifteen years, when I suddenly realised that I was not contented during a grocery trip to the main town area. I met a Trombone-woman who was apparently fascinated by my triangle-shaped body. `` Wow! I have never seen a Triangle-person before, you look really weird! ``, she exclaimed. I rolled my eyes and started to walk away, thinking this was just another mockery. `` You know, I heard a legend of a group of Triangle-people living in the mountains of Nepal. I'm not sure if it's true, but you should check it out. ``, she said. I continued walking away, but I knew what I had to do now. 
 
 I left the peaceful village of Ittoqqortoormiit the next morning and set out on an adventure to find my brothers and sisters. 
 
 I scoured the icy mountains of Nepal for months, facing numerous near-death situations, such as avalanches and pack of wolves. I had spoken to a few hikers along the way but none of them had heard of this legend. After about ten years, I started to lose faith on the tiny glimmer of hope that the legend was false. I was utterly exhausted. `` You are the only Triangle-person in the world, just give up! ``, my brain proclaimed. At this point, I had gone without food for five days due to a wolf attack which caused me to drop my backpack. I could feel the muscles and joints in my body starting to fail me. I laid down on the snowy cold ground, feeling my metallic body shiver vigorously. I was going to finally give up on my mission. I closed my eyes, and let the soft fluffy snow engulf my body. I slowly slipped away into darkness... 
 
 `` I see someone up ahead! ``, the leader of the Triangle Civilisation exclaimed. `` He is a Triangle-person, just like us!'' Many gasps and excited chattering ensued. `` Oh no, he has no pulse. I think he's dead. ``, the Triangle Doctor sullenly announced. `` We should leave him for the wolves to eat, they have been starving due to the avalanche five days ago.'' The Triangle Civilisation of 253 Triangle-people continued marching back to their village, which had peace, quiet and family.
