Waited outside house for Furking 45 min just because she did not want to opened the door.I just Heck Hare it because some way or another, i was at fault too for not bringing my key. BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THAT.
Was so tired then, and decided to sleep. What the hell punk i got when sleeping. I got drenched. Yes!Drenched! Ass! fine fine, no sleeping , no nothing. Curfews were made and from TODAY ONWARD, i can only play the comp BEFORE 830.WHAT A GOOD START ISN'T.
When i sat and get a book to read...I came up with a story base on a story line of that book. Kinda Dramatic...but it effects my life.
I titled it: I Am A Musician.
Many people try to make art follow rules.Music follow beats.They say if it is not one certain way, You are just not one.I don't care either. What i want, is what i'll do. Even my parent disagree with me. They said, it will bring you to nowhere.
How do you then express ur thought and feeling if your parent can't understand your probs. Never had i told my parent this either cause i don't want to hurt them.Im fine with everything.
On one page, i might use , musical notes. On another, i would use chord, and on the last page, you can see nothing.I might put a poem in the middle of the page.I might surround the lyrics withs black signs or pencil.But, do they understand what is it?... will they read that kind of book?!
As a child, i thought that knowing the history of music is how to be a Musician. But, i was wrong. I have learnt my way that they are many others.Learning special thing and share with the rest.I may miss a few high notes but then it is enough that i could hear my own voice.
ermm...speechless.
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