Have you read my sister's blog? I just found it online, under the oh-so-creative title "Abby's Blog" and I feel the need to set the record straight:
I do NOT carry my "stupid toy guitar" around "all the time." Just in the morning when I'm feeling particularly creative. And late at night when the freshman blues hit me hard. That's when I write my best songs. Abby only hears the goofy ones I sing when I'm messing around or just want to torture her. (I am her younger brother, after all. It's in my contract.) But I really do want to be a singer/songwriter/recording artist/major rock star, and right now that guitar is the only thing I have that makes me feel like I'm getting close.
Someday I'll be old enough to get a job and make some bank for the axe of my dreams. Until then, I'll proudly bear the name of "Duffus and his Toy Guitar Band."
Hey...great idea, Abs. I think I'll start a band!
Freshman guys have it rough. I'm not saying we're short, it's just that most of us haven't reached our "full height potential" yet. Someday, most of us will tower over our big sisters and call them names we just learned in Shakespeare 1O1, like "acorn" and "minimus."
Until then, we have to endure being a little bit invisible. The girls at school are all beautiful creatures who step on us with their high heels at dances and look over our heads when we try to talk to them.
Then there are guys like Logan Buchanan. He doesn't really say very much, but all the girls are crazy about him, including my sister Abby. Personally, I think it's just because he's tall enough to look them in the eye.
So until I'm taller -- like next semester -- I'm just going to bide my time and perfect my rock star air of cool, casual confidence.
That's my plan and I'm stickin' to it.
...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!
Cainan Wiebe interviews Jean-Luc Bilodeau, @vancityjeanluc, about his previous acting experiences, toiling through braces, and his future plans. Don't miss Jean-Luc and Cainan when they play Abby's best friend and brother in 16 Wishes, @16Wishes, premiering June 25th 8/7 central on Disney Channel!
Sisters are a pain in the neck. Trust me. I know what I'm talking about.
Look at me. I'm a freshman guy in the prime of teenagehood. When I started high school this year, my mom said, "Mike, the world is your oyster." Not sure what exactly she meant by that. Life is gross & slimy and you have to swallow it real fast and pretend you liked it because it was expensive?
I think she might have been saying, "Mike! Have fun!" I'd love to. But because my older sister Abby goes to the same high school, it gets complicated. She's such a drama queen! Right now, she's totally freaking out about her 16th birthday. It's next month and don't ask me what day because it's just one of those little details I don't want cluttering up the ol' grey matter.
I'm just a guy tryin' to have a good life. Is that too much to ask?