My Six-Stringed Passion
I was 12 when I got it. All six of its aluminum strings shined as if it had fallen from heaven. It had a bright glossy rosewood finish that you could see your reflection in and a beautiful black nut maple neck. For the first time in my young life, I was in love.
I brought the instrument up stairs and “tried” to play a song. Even though I had never had a single lesson in my life, I felt as if I could play along to about any song. I felt on top of the world at that moment, and nobody could take it away from me. after my delusions of becoming the greatest rock star ever were over I quickly ran back downstairs because I had remembered seeing a small black box by the side of the guitar but was too distracted by the magnificence of the instrument to give it a second glance.
The amplifier had many knobs and buttons on it just waiting to aid in my quest for musical domination. I plugged my guitar into the “magic box” via the cable I located on my second trip downstairs and watched my new instrument come alive. I knew at that moment that this was not just a simple phase of some sort; I had discovered a new lifestyle.
I started lessons about two months later at a small music store about five minutes from my house. When I first walked into the store my mom talked with the man behind the counter and asked about lessons. Eventually the man behind the counter asked me what kind of music I liked. I quietly replied with “rock”, which was the genre that had inspired me to want to play the guitar in the first place.
The man looked at a paper on the counter then started to ask my mom about times that would be good for us. “How about 8 tonight”, the man said.
“That would be just fine”, my mom replied.
The man behind the desk picked up another paper and began to inspect it. While he was doing so another man with an old T-shirt walked up from the back of the store. The two men talked for a moment then the second man began to talk. “Hello”’ he said. “My name is J.T. and by the looks of things, it seems that you and I will be playing guitar together.” I replied with the first word to come to my head, “cool”. I went back to the store later than evening and began my journey into the world of the guitar.
It has been over a year and a half since I walked into that store for the first time on that chilly March afternoon and I have been going back there almost every week to hone my skills on six strings with help from J.T. I will never forget the day that I saw that guitar for the first time or the feeling of walking into the music store and something just feeling right. I will also remember that December 25, 2007 was the starting point of my voyage into the unknown world of six magic strings.
I was 12 when I got it. All six of its aluminum strings shined as if it had fallen from heaven. It had a bright glossy rosewood finish that you could see your reflection in and a beautiful black nut maple neck. For the first time in my young life, I was in love.
I brought the instrument up stairs and “tried” to play a song. Even though I had never had a single lesson in my life, I felt as if I could play along to about any song. I felt on top of the world at that moment, and nobody could take it away from me. after my delusions of becoming the greatest rock star ever were over I quickly ran back downstairs because I had remembered seeing a small black box by the side of the guitar but was too distracted by the magnificence of the instrument to give it a second glance.
The amplifier had many knobs and buttons on it just waiting to aid in my quest for musical domination. I plugged my guitar into the “magic box” via the cable I located on my second trip downstairs and watched my new instrument come alive. I knew at that moment that this was not just a simple phase of some sort; I had discovered a new lifestyle.
I started lessons about two months later at a small music store about five minutes from my house. When I first walked into the store my mom talked with the man behind the counter and asked about lessons. Eventually the man behind the counter asked me what kind of music I liked. I quietly replied with “rock”, which was the genre that had inspired me to want to play the guitar in the first place.
The man looked at a paper on the counter then started to ask my mom about times that would be good for us. “How about 8 tonight”, the man said.
“That would be just fine”, my mom replied.
The man behind the desk picked up another paper and began to inspect it. While he was doing so another man with an old T-shirt walked up from the back of the store. The two men talked for a moment then the second man began to talk. “Hello”’ he said. “My name is J.T. and by the looks of things, it seems that you and I will be playing guitar together.” I replied with the first word to come to my head, “cool”. I went back to the store later than evening and began my journey into the world of the guitar.
It has been over a year and a half since I walked into that store for the first time on that chilly March afternoon and I have been going back there almost every week to hone my skills on six strings with help from J.T. I will never forget the day that I saw that guitar for the first time or the feeling of walking into the music store and something just feeling right. I will also remember that December 25, 2007 was the starting point of my voyage into the unknown world of six magic strings.
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