Prologue
Ever wondered why you have all these emotions that constantly want to pour out of you, yet you can't because you're afraid that you might just breakdown and cry yourself out of the misery of keeping it all in? Well, that doesn't happen to me much because I've got a secret antidote.
"What?" You ask. Music of course! I have always loved writing music since I learned how to play my first guitar. I love building the lyrics, like putting jigsaw pieces together to form a picture. I love that I could write it down on practically anything, a piece of paper, my iPhone, even on tissue paper in desperate times. And I most especially love playing it on my guitar, trying to find the right chords that would fit the melody stuck in my head. It all just naturally comes to me.
People haven't always been there for me, but music always has.
Okay, I told you the antidote, now you're probably wondering why it's a secret. It's a secret because I have never played any of my music to anyone but my shower handle and my pet cat, Meredith. She usually meows right after. That has to count for something, right?
Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm new, and this is the first story I've ever published here. I've only been writing for almost a year now, and it would be much appreciated if you could review and give some advice in my writing. Oh, and English is not my native language, so I'm very sorry if I have some grammatical errors in this story.