The new tools sparkled on the workbench, beckoning him to try them out and see what new creations he could create.
The first bead he made was fairly good, although not as symetrical as he would have liked.
Beads two and three went right into the water can with a couple of curses.
Four went into the kiln, only to later be thrown into the trash when it came back out as its shape was a complete disaster.
The new tools did not seem to be helping at all. "Practice makes perfect", he thought and pressed on further.
Five showed real promise, as did six. However, the final step in the beads design sent them both off kilter.
Hours passed and more and more beads went into the water can. More curses followed them and more glass was wasted with little to no improvement in the success rate of the beads.
Growing ever more impatient and ever more doubtful of having any skill with glass whatsoever, it was time to quit. Put the new tools away, turn off the torch and stomp out of the studio.
A small, still part of his mind, which was wiser and calmer than the remainder of his cognitive abilities, suggested making one last bead, but not with the new tools. The old way.
He grabbed a few different colors that he would use in the new bead and began creating one focal bead.
The glass melted as can be expected and the pattern blossomed with ease. The glass flowed and he balanced it with years of practice as he had done so many times before.
The water can sat silent and unnoticed. No curses were hurled.
And into the kiln went one lovely bead.