I woke up to the sound of a certain boy playing a song on a certain guitar, like I normally did. This time, it was Tim McGraw by Taylor Swift. I got out of bed and walked into the room next to mine. Sure enough, there was Kris sitting on his bed with his guitar playing in his pajamas.
"When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me." I sang as I sat on his bed. "You know, I've always wanted to learn how to play the guitar." Kris looked up and stopped playing. "You want me to teach you?"
"You would do that?"
"Sure. Come here. Get closer." Kris motioned for me to sit next to him. I slid closer. He handed me the guitar. I stared at it, not knowing what to do. Kris laughed and said, "you hold it like this. No, keep it upright. No, no, you can't play upside down either!" this was like in third grade when I had learned to play football. After I had finally got the guitar into the right position, Kris said, "now you left hand goes here, and your right hand goes here. Then you put you r ring finger on the third fret. No, that's the fourth."
"You know math was never my best subject."
"This is counting!"
"Exactly…"
"…Moving on… now you only strum the highest strings. No, those are the lowest…"
"Then why are they higher?"
"I don't know and I don't really care."
"But shouldn't they be the higher ones, since they're higher up?"
"You really must have caused your teachers a lot of aggravation in school."
"Probably."
"Well, try it!"
"Try what?"
Kris let out a sigh that made him sound exactly like a frustrated parent. "Try playing what I showed you!"