I Love Rock & Roll

...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!

Mike