Yes, yes I am. Am typing.
Do I seem nervous? 'Cause I'm starting to get that impression of myself. Hmm, imagine that. Ahhh, I'm so awkward. Time to shut up!
Well, since I can't think of anything else to talk about, I'll talk about school. I did all my homework and got completely caught up today, which is really nice. Then I played guitar and gave my vocal chords a good workout (I'm trying to sing better, and I think I do get better every day, just gotta keep working at it.)
In all honesty, I feel like my voice kinda sucks right now...my range is limited, and I sound like a 10 year old. There's nothing wrong with a 10 year old singing, in fact it's rather awesome, but not when it comes from me, seeing as I'm extremely close to 16...less then a month to go!
My guitar skills are pretty basic too...I'm just not a talented girl...yet. I will be. I am going to sing and play guitar well one day, no matter how much work it takes. I'll get there.
My title is kinda random, I know, but it just popped into my head, so I typed it in. And plus I left it there because I like it. I didn't exactly come with a BOOM though.
I was actually about 10 days late, and 22 hours worth of labor...I was rather reluctant to come to this world, much less with any BOOM. I probably came in screaming my head off, 'cause I didn't want to come out. Hmmm, maybe my little self knew something...maybe it knows the world is much scarier then I think it is now.
Anyways, all I can think about right now is music. Music, music, music. That's all. And I'm not even that musical.
I wish I was though. I can't even begin to describe how badly. Like, my entire life, surrounded by music, playing music, hearing new music, singing music, making music out of random sounds.
I could so easily dedicate my entire life to music. So easily.
Me, music, God, and everyone else.
On the corner, with my guitar, crashing at friends and family's houses (those who would let me crash anyways). Singing myself hoarse, playing until my fingers bleed. Sharing it all with someone eventually, after I'd had my time. Learning various instruments. Harp, Piano, Bass guitar, Electric guitar, Drums. Always picking up new songs, always writing music, and singing it and playing it. Listening to others critique me. Taking their words to heart, and making myself better.
And always playing. Always singing.
Always.
Meeting other people with the same desire. Learning from them. Constantly learning new techniques, new styles, new sounds.
Playing everywhere. Street corner, Church, Events, Bars, Restaurants. Outside of Gas stations, and Toy stores, and grocery stores. Moving along to the next place when the managers came out and yelled at me. Watching people as they were listening to what I could do. Asking their opinions. Challenging them to critique me, and make me better.
Never becoming famous, staying small town. Playing because it's all I ever wanted to do. Just playing and singing. That's all. Nothing more. No stage, no lights, no cameras.
Just me and my guitar, and all the people who happen to pass by, and occasionally my friends, if they care enough to stick around. Or if I care enough to stick around them.
The few, close friends.
The more common passerby.
The occasional comments
The common enough cash.
The various styles and techniques.
But always the music.
Always.
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