Marisa bought another guitar today, but she was embarrassed to lug it in its case around the mall. My brother wouldn’t carry it either. Being the nice friend that I am, I took the load.
I got a few stares, yes, but did those people even know I don’t play the guitar well? I can strum a bit. I can tune the strings a bit. I can find some chords to a song [a bit]. But that’s not really me. I could want to be a rocker chick for all I care, but I can never be that. I have horrible fingers.
Like how I’m feeling right now. I say I’m OK, but really, I’m not. That doesn’t make things any better, does it?
