...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!
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?