In Music Land, where rivers flowed with sparkly notes and trees tapped out rhythms with their branches, lived a little conductor's stand named Bon Jovi. Bon Jovi didn't lead the orchestra; he loved to build. Every morning, he would gather shiny quarter notes and quiet, curly rests to build the most wonderful, silent sculptures.

Today was the day of the Grand Symphony, and Bon Jovi was building his masterpiece: a tower that reached for the fluffy clouds. But every time he placed the final note on top, the whole thing would... wobble. A big, grumpy feeling started to bubble in his tummy. He needed his tower to be perfect for the show!

He tried again, stacking the notes faster. Wibble-wobble-CRASH! He tried stacking them slower. Wibble-wobble-CRASH! A loud, rumbly feeling, like a grumpy tuba, started playing inside him. 'Grrr!' he huffed, wanting to stomp his little stand feet. Building wasn't fun anymore; it was frustrating!

Just then, a wise old Cello glided over, playing a slow, peaceful song. 'Your feelings are wobbly, little one,' the Cello hummed. 'Try taking a deep breath, like one of my long, low notes.' Bon Jovi closed his eyes and breathed in... and out. The grumpy tuba feeling softened. With a clear mind, he saw his mistake! He placed a big, strong whole note at the bottom for a solid base, and carefully built his tower one note at a time.

It stood! Tall, proud, and perfectly still, just as the first trumpets of the Grand Symphony sounded. All the instruments played a little cheer just for him. Bon Jovi felt a happy, sparkly feeling bubble up, like a happy flute song. He learned that even wobbly, grumpy feelings are okay. You just have to listen, take a breath, and then you can build anything.