...but Rock & Roll doesn't necessarily love me. Yet.
I know I have musical talent. I can feel it coursing through my veins. But when I open my mouth to sing a song I made up, it doesn't exactly sound like it does in my head.
Please don't tell my sister Abby what I just told you. She already thinks there's something wrong with me.
See, the only guitar I have is this toy I got when I was nine. She thinks I'm fooling myself and wants me to give up my dream. But she doesn't realize a Real Rocker never gives up on the Music.
One day my musical muse is going to visit and something magical is going to happen. I just know it. Until then I'm givin' it all I've got with what I've got: a toy guitar and a voice that seems to be changing by the second.
Besides, it's fun to torture her with my recently perfected power strum.
Next week: stage diving!