From the Bass of my Heart

It's a quaint-looking building from the outside. One storey of grey, weathered cobble, five-foot paned windows peering in, a steepled roof with an old-fashioned wooden sign bound to the overhang by chains. Burned onto one side of the swinging board is a rather rudimentary design of an acoustic guitar. On the other side is the name of the shop, 'The Hills'. Indeed, despite its deceptively simple exterior, The Hills lived up to its tagline: always alive with the sound of music.(Glimmer claims she groans every time her father makes a pun like this, but Micah maintains that it was her idea. Since eight-year-old Gimmer is ten years in the past, the answer will forever be a mystery.)A decade old by this point, The Hills has become a staple of the local community. Whether you need a recorder for school, want to meet like-minded people browsing through records and CDs, test new recording equipment, even live out the fantasy of smashing a guitar—The Hills has you covered.Perhaps it is time for these four walls to facilitate one more monumental ask: reconciliation.