In our world there are musicians, and there are instruments. But what goes through the mind of musicians when they play there own chosen instruments. I am going to go through twelve musicians with twelve different instruments to find out what they have to say about music and there life. I am one of those musicians; I play the violin a four stringed piece of wood that when played right can fill an entire cathedral with harmonious beauty.  The violin to others seems to be an instrument full of annoying squeaks that just give you a headache, and a desire to leave the room. But to me the violin is an instrument full of surprises and riddles that are just waiting to be solved, and the only one that can do this is me. Although I spend a great portion of my time alone in my room practicing and mastering what I need to know, that time has given me an opportunity to figure out who I am. The violin has become an extension of who I am, and in some words I could say that in some weird way it is who I am and going to be. The violin is an instrument that stands out, and that is who I am a person who stands out.