Write a story about a boy who wishes his guitar could play itself.
system
ek ladke ke bare main ek kahani likhen jo chahta he ki uskaa guitar khud khel sake.
user
morgan apane brands-nae dhvanik guitar par puure dopaher abhyaas kar rahe the.unke pita ne unhen do saptaah pehle diya tha taaki vah apane janmdin kii party main sabhi ke liye ek geet khelnaa sikh saken.morgan ko pataa tha ki agar vah acchhee tarah se geet nahin khel paae, to uske pita niraash honge.
"sirf 4 chords," usne sochaa.unhone apni ungaliyon ko cord chart par pehle aakaar main dabaaya.uski ungliyaan dagamagaati or asuvidha main dub gayi.vah daraane laga, or ek beyimaani kii aawaaj nikal gai.
"oh, yaar! main yah kabhi nahin paane vaala hoon!"unhone kaha.morgan ne apni ankhen band kar leen, ek gahari saans lete hue.koi sudhaar nahin ke saath ek or straim.baar -baar vah koi phayda nahin hua.achaanak, uski maan ne darwaja khatkhataya
"morgan yah aapaki mombattiyon ko udaane kaa samay he!"usne kaha.vah anichhaa se apni kursi se uthakar rasoi main chalaa gaya.unke doston or parivaar ne unhen gher liya, or unke pita ne 13 mombattiyon ke saath kek main laayaa.jaisaa ki ve sabhi gaanaa shuru karte hai, morgan ne sochaa ki vah ichha ke liye sahi baat jaanata he.unhone apni ankhen band kar leen or apane guitar ke liye ek sundar geet khilne kii kaamana kii, jab vah pal aayaa.parivaar kek or icecream ke liye ikattha hua.din bina kisi aadchan ke chalaa gaya, or phir aakhirkaar samay tha.ve sabhi morgan ko pichhawaade main chakkar laga rahe the or paseene ke saath uski bhunh neeche tapakane lagi, vah jatke maarane laga.yah vahi foul cord tha, or morgan kaa dil dub gaya.achaanak, guitar ne apane haath se apane aap se baahar chalaang lagaai or ek sundar geet ko baahar nikaalane laga.har koi chakit tha.
assistant
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<|user|>
ek ladke ke bare main ek kahani likhen jo chahta he ki uskaa guitar khud khel sake.</s>
<|assistant|>
morgan apane brands-nae dhvanik guitar par puure dopaher abhyaas kar rahe the.unke pita ne unhen do saptaah pehle diya tha taaki vah apane janmdin kii party main sabhi ke liye ek geet khelnaa sikh saken.morgan ko pataa tha ki agar vah acchhee tarah se geet nahin khel paae, to uske pita niraash honge.
"sirf 4 chords," usne sochaa.unhone apni ungaliyon ko cord chart par pehle aakaar main dabaaya.uski ungliyaan dagamagaati or asuvidha main dub gayi.vah daraane laga, or ek beyimaani kii aawaaj nikal gai.
"oh, yaar! main yah kabhi nahin paane vaala hoon!"unhone kaha.morgan ne apni ankhen band kar leen, ek gahari saans lete hue.koi sudhaar nahin ke saath ek or straim.baar -baar vah koi phayda nahin hua.achaanak, uski maan ne darwaja khatkhataya
"morgan yah aapaki mombattiyon ko udaane kaa samay he!"usne kaha.vah anichhaa se apni kursi se uthakar rasoi main chalaa gaya.unke doston or parivaar ne unhen gher liya, or unke pita ne 13 mombattiyon ke saath kek main laayaa.jaisaa ki ve sabhi gaanaa shuru karte hai, morgan ne sochaa ki vah ichha ke liye sahi baat jaanata he.unhone apni ankhen band kar leen or apane guitar ke liye ek sundar geet khilne kii kaamana kii, jab vah pal aayaa.parivaar kek or icecream ke liye ikattha hua.din bina kisi aadchan ke chalaa gaya, or phir aakhirkaar samay tha.ve sabhi morgan ko pichhawaade main chakkar laga rahe the or paseene ke saath uski bhunh neeche tapakane lagi, vah jatke maarane laga.yah vahi foul cord tha, or morgan kaa dil dub gaya.achaanak, guitar ne apane haath se apane aap se baahar chalaang lagaai or ek sundar geet ko baahar nikaalane laga.har koi chakit tha.</s>
