Last week found me standing outside of the Long & McQuade Music Education Centre, knuckles white from the double-handed death grip on my guitar case handle, stomach churning and brain regretting eating lunch a mere three hours earlier. Why? I thought to myself. Why, oh why, am I here?
It was a long road that led me there. My desire to play the guitar started when I was 14 and in love. I worked at a summer camp in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and scrubbing pots. He was the head counsellor. Cute. Popular. Eighteen. Every evening he’d lead 50 kids in sing-a-long songs, strumming his guitar like a rock god, all the female counsellors swooning in their seats. I had no chance…[…read more]
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