write a story about a sad trumpet named after a jazz musician. make it have a happy ending. make it 2 paragraphs. kinda like a children's story.
There was a sad trumpet named Wynton. He had always been a quiet trumpet, shy, and never really made a sound. While the fellow trumpets in the band blasted away with confidence, Wynton remained silent. This made him feel sad and isolated, as the other trumpets didn't seem to want him around. Wynton didn't understand why he couldn't make sounds like the others. He hadn't fallen, and he wasn't missing any parts.

One day, Wynton decided to travel out into another trumpet quartet's practice to see if there were others like him. He met a trumpet who blared a happy tune. They all bounced notes off of each other smoothly. Wynton was amazed and inspired by the new band's sounds and started to feel a spark. After a few attempts, he let out a melodic arpeggio. "Doot doot da doodle doot doo doo." The other trumpets congratulated him on his newfound ability. Wynton felt happier than he ever had before. From then on, Wynton blasted out new notes with pride and jammed with his new trumpet friends for hours. 