"Ah!" Sheryl yelled out in frustration as we walked out of the fifth music store that we had visited. Nobody there had heard of this rosin either.
The sun was setting now, and we have had no luck in finding this legendary rosin.
I yawned and said, "It's getting pretty late, I think we should head home and regroup tomorrow."
"We can't give up yet!"
"Sheryl, we've been on the Internet, we've been to the library, we've been to five music stores, and none of them have even heard of this legendary rosin. I'm beginning to think that there's something weird going on here."
Sheryl crossed her arms and smirked, "Why, it's elementary, my dear James."
I stood there, waiting for Sheryl to continue.
After a pause, I sighed and said, "You have no idea, do you?"
Sheryl uncrossed her arms and her smirk faded into a frown. Then she sheepishly said, "I was hoping that I would have came up with an idea by the time I finished that sentence..."
I yawned again. "Let's call it a day and talk to Mr. Brown tomorrow, maybe he'll give us more details."
Sheryl's face brightened up now that we had a plan. "Okay!"