I was still in shock by the time I had reached my house. "They actually accepted me?" That thought kept replaying throughout my mind. I knew that they realized I was good guitarist, but I knew that didn't understand the reasons behind my change.
Things had happened to me from the time between 5th and my sophomore year in High School. My life had changed. When I was about 12, my dad was diagnosed with lung cancer, and ultimately died from it 2 years later—my freshmen year. I kept it on the down low, and only told my close friends. Sympathy was something I did not want from the band.
As my life changed, my music did too. I started to take out my feelings on my music. I wrote song lyrics that described how I was feeling and I used my moods to create original music on the guitar. The result was pretty good, if I do say so myself. Even though I had lost the life of my father, I had gained the life of myself. I learned that I was creative, I had musical talent, and above all, I learned that life has its ups and downs.
With a drastic change in my life, at such a young age, most people would think I would be traumatized for life. Well, in a way, I was. Traumatized usually implies that something bad or terrible has happened, right? Well, in my case, I was "traumatized" by falling in love with music. I used the death of my father as fuel for my musical career.
My father loved music. He played in a band when he was younger, but he wasn't a guitarist. He was the lead vocalist. Their band didn't make it far, but they all loved what they did—and that's all that mattered to them.
I didn't inherit my dad's voice, but I did receive his love for music. Ever since his death, I became adamant about pursuing my musical dream. I thought that, if my father loved music so much, then I should love it just as much to honor him.
The thought of my dad kept running in and out of my mind. I couldn't help but let a few tears fall. I picked up the picture of my dad, which was sitting on a table in our family room. I hugged it close to my heart and said, "I'm doing it for you dad, this is for you."
Things had happened to me from the time between 5th and my sophomore year in High School. My life had changed. When I was about 12, my dad was diagnosed with lung cancer, and ultimately died from it 2 years later—my freshmen year. I kept it on the down low, and only told my close friends. Sympathy was something I did not want from the band.
As my life changed, my music did too. I started to take out my feelings on my music. I wrote song lyrics that described how I was feeling and I used my moods to create original music on the guitar. The result was pretty good, if I do say so myself. Even though I had lost the life of my father, I had gained the life of myself. I learned that I was creative, I had musical talent, and above all, I learned that life has its ups and downs.
With a drastic change in my life, at such a young age, most people would think I would be traumatized for life. Well, in a way, I was. Traumatized usually implies that something bad or terrible has happened, right? Well, in my case, I was "traumatized" by falling in love with music. I used the death of my father as fuel for my musical career.
My father loved music. He played in a band when he was younger, but he wasn't a guitarist. He was the lead vocalist. Their band didn't make it far, but they all loved what they did—and that's all that mattered to them.
I didn't inherit my dad's voice, but I did receive his love for music. Ever since his death, I became adamant about pursuing my musical dream. I thought that, if my father loved music so much, then I should love it just as much to honor him.
The thought of my dad kept running in and out of my mind. I couldn't help but let a few tears fall. I picked up the picture of my dad, which was sitting on a table in our family room. I hugged it close to my heart and said, "I'm doing it for you dad, this is for you."