My music is my best friend. I love music, it holds everything together when it's all falling apart, it is a universal language that speaks to everyone, from the tone deaf, to the greatest of great composers. Music is the most important aspect of my short life.
When I was a kid, music was my savior when I was hurt, or scared. It would surround me with comfort until whatever was making me sad would go away. I would sit in my room and listen to great artists and singers tell me to hold on to hope, when hope was all I had left.
My mother, the bright woman she was, enrolled me in piano, choir, and various other lessons she could think of, to get me out of the house, if only for a little while. Actual human friends were a rarity in my small world, sure I had a few here and there, but none long lasting. I didn't need friends because I had my notes and my songs, who needed human companionship, when one had lyrics and rhythms that could make you cry or laugh?
I picked up the guitar at twelve. I couldn't play well at first, my fingers were too soft, but over time they calloused and became hard, along with my heart. I played for hours on end, figuring out chords and notes, soon I could play songs and do cover work, the only thing getting in my way was my school work. I never wanted to do it, who does? All I wanted to do was play.
I kept to myself, all through school, never really talking to anyone, I was a freak, with bright, bubble gum, pink hair, and green eyes. My stupid forehead went on forever, and I tried to cover it by placing my hair in strategic positions, that never worked out. I always wore blue jeans and a big bulky tee- shirt, usually of some abstract band, and my boots, I never went anywhere without my black boots.
My favorite band is Uchiha Spiral, the band consisted of two members: Sasuke Uchiha and Naruto Uzumaki. By far, the best of the two was Sasuke, the guitar player. He was tall, had jet black, raven colored hair, with big onyx eyes that sparked when he played, He always wore a blue hoodie with the bands symbol on the back, with dark black jeans. I had only seen him up close once, at a concert in Suna. I could tell from the way he looked when he played, that he understood the language of music, and he knew the love for music, like no one else.
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Just a short, incomplete, thing, I came up with. I may add to it, I may not. This is just a starter.
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