Thank you so much for the reviews! They made my day! To Bluebearysun, I take it from reading your review that you've read other stories of mine, I'm flattered. This chapter will be a little short.
Chapter Eight
Two weeks went by and I didn't touch the giutar. It just sat in the back of my closet, gathering dust. I had no intrest in it, that was the truth. As far as I knew, I had zilch musical talent. Or talent in general for that matter.
One night, I heard a knock on my bedroom door.
''Come in.''I said not moving from my spot on the bed. I figured it was just my mom or something. It was Dad.
''Hey Ann.''Dad sat on the edge of my bed, like he used to do when I was little.
''Hey.'' I replied.
''I havn't heard you playing that guitar yet.''
''I can't. I don't know how to play. You should've gave it to one of the prod- to Haylie or Gus.''
''I didn't want to give it to them.''Dad's voice was quiet.
He continued,''You know how my died, right?''
''Yeah.''I looked down. I didn't know why he was talking about this.
''That guitar was his. I think you should feel proud that I gave it to you.''
And with that, Dad left my room.
Suddenly, it all made sense. Dad wanted me to learn to play the guitar. He just didn't want to say it out loud.
I decided then that I would learn. For Dad's sake. I would learn to play the guitar if it was the last thing I did.