20 August 2012
Once upon a time I was a musician. Not for anyone else, but just for myself. With drumsticks constantly in hand, my teachers would get annoyed. I'd sit in my garage for hours on end with my uke, my guitar, my manuscript paper and my emotions. I'll admit it, I have some good writings. But to everyone else it would be garbage. No one else thinks the same as I do, so it wouldn't make sense to them. But i guess that's what I get for being a Gemini. Maybe one day I'll find someone who would not only be kind enough to listen, but also understand and finish my music with me,
One Time, At Band Camp.. • Opuss № I