There is no practical reason to pick it up.
It was merely an inclination toward this wooden gourd shaped bulky piece of furniture.
When I gave up the large cranky boring piano, I told mum "I'd like to play the guitar!"
"O no, you can't... it's too big for you. You're just 5 years old, my dear!"
but I didn't believed her. I'm sure there is one, just the right size for me! Why can't we little people have a go too? So I searched high and far, searching all the time.
One day. One day somebody would invent a mini guitar for us little people! It can't be impossible!
Along came one day, a well dressed little lady. More a lady than I was, she strolled across a busy street just 50m away from me.
"Look Mum, look! Just over there! A little lady slinging on a little guitar! It's possible!"
Mum looked up just when the little lady turned the corner. She didn't get to see it.
But she looked upon me with a look that said "Piano lessons didn't come cheap but you had no heart to put it to practice!"
I feel like I didn't deserve to play the guitar:(
Now 7 years flashed by and the PSLE was done. I have fared well in school and certainly deserve another try?
"What do you want to learn?" Mum asked.
"Well, I want to learn the guitar!!"
Curious was the age twelve that though you're fine you feel horrid all year round!
No I don't want to have group classes! The others won't like me at all!
But individual lessons don't come cheap and Mum didn't have that kind of budget.
So I limped on to secondary school guitar-less and aimless through it all.
5 more new years swept by and I met an incredible guy.
He taught me how to enjoy my life and be confident of who am I.
Because of Him I found some courage to pick up my old passion again. And this time I'd starve for the money to make my dream take flight again.
By the amazing twist of fate, a lovely neighbour asked me and said, "Why don't I teach you instead?"
My eyes brightened and my fingers stretched...it's not everyday you get a chance like that!!
And so my love rekindled like that.
It's just a beginning not an end in that.
What happened then was quite another 7 christmases ago.
Like I always told myself, better late than never and sad.
It's still a struggle with life and music.
But life stifling music will just be sick.
Today I finally worked to join the ranks of a true student. I've officially graduated from the induction course.
The road is long and I am old.
I'm here where I want to be a long time ago.
It's not sad, no no no.
I took those detours so my heart will know.
It was merely an inclination toward this wooden gourd shaped bulky piece of furniture.
When I gave up the large cranky boring piano, I told mum "I'd like to play the guitar!"
"O no, you can't... it's too big for you. You're just 5 years old, my dear!"
but I didn't believed her. I'm sure there is one, just the right size for me! Why can't we little people have a go too? So I searched high and far, searching all the time.
One day. One day somebody would invent a mini guitar for us little people! It can't be impossible!
Along came one day, a well dressed little lady. More a lady than I was, she strolled across a busy street just 50m away from me.
"Look Mum, look! Just over there! A little lady slinging on a little guitar! It's possible!"
Mum looked up just when the little lady turned the corner. She didn't get to see it.
But she looked upon me with a look that said "Piano lessons didn't come cheap but you had no heart to put it to practice!"
I feel like I didn't deserve to play the guitar:(
Now 7 years flashed by and the PSLE was done. I have fared well in school and certainly deserve another try?
"What do you want to learn?" Mum asked.
"Well, I want to learn the guitar!!"
Curious was the age twelve that though you're fine you feel horrid all year round!
No I don't want to have group classes! The others won't like me at all!
But individual lessons don't come cheap and Mum didn't have that kind of budget.
So I limped on to secondary school guitar-less and aimless through it all.
5 more new years swept by and I met an incredible guy.
He taught me how to enjoy my life and be confident of who am I.
Because of Him I found some courage to pick up my old passion again. And this time I'd starve for the money to make my dream take flight again.
By the amazing twist of fate, a lovely neighbour asked me and said, "Why don't I teach you instead?"
My eyes brightened and my fingers stretched...it's not everyday you get a chance like that!!
And so my love rekindled like that.
It's just a beginning not an end in that.
What happened then was quite another 7 christmases ago.
Like I always told myself, better late than never and sad.
It's still a struggle with life and music.
But life stifling music will just be sick.
Today I finally worked to join the ranks of a true student. I've officially graduated from the induction course.
The road is long and I am old.
I'm here where I want to be a long time ago.
It's not sad, no no no.
I took those detours so my heart will know.
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