Slice Of Life Thursday
I sit on my bed my guitar in my hands as my fingers fly from string to string and fret to fret. I’m playing a fast blues riff looking into space angrily I’m upset and bored and don’t know what to do. I try not to think and to push all the thought out of my head (usually when I do that I can come up with some pretty cool tunes). Slowly my mind starts to blank out and the melodies get slower and slower softer and softer until I’m playing a soothing classical song my mind completely intertwined with the music.
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