She feels good in my hands.
Every move, every right or wrong note.
The pain she brings to my fingertips,
it’s all worth it.
Touching her shiny surface,
Striking her soft, strong strings.
This is how it feels…
To have the world in the palm of my hands.
I didn’t get to by the blue guitar I would’ve named Sky. I actually had her reserved to me earlier during the night I was supposed to by her (Thursday night) but the store attendant failed to have the “reserved” tag put on her. At first, the attendant’s mistake got me into a “I-should’ve-bought-it-yesterday” funk, but when my friend Teedzay came to help me make up my mind about considering buying this red beauty, everything sort of settled down and a good hour of playing opened my eyes to her good looks, great sound and comfortable feel.
We jammed till 2AM. Took me a while to overcome that shyness and that reluctance to play like how I always did – with full passion and energy. Eventually when we jammed last Saturday night, I no longer cared if the notes sometimes did not sound right or if the riffs I pulled off sounded alike and repetitive. The important thing was Robin, Teedzay and I made our music and we had found a sound that we felt defined the three of us as a group.
I think the important value that I’ve found this past week is that somewhat, with this guitar, I am slowly finding that music that I’ve been fighting to let out from my soul. And with a little help from my friends, I know that I will find that song, sound and meaning, and hopefully sooner than later, share them with the world.
Amber, Sage, Melody, Abbey, Autumn, Chelsea, Ivy, Isobel…
Any other suggestions are welcome too! 🙂