The Guitar Man

I heard about his passion for music. How the notes dance as he strums that guitar.

I am curious about what he feels when he is in the rhythm. Does the lyrics influence him in any way? I can see how the demons control him every time he lays a finger on those strings.
Ah! Those magical strings that create a bewitching sound, drawing people to him as he consumes their souls.
I am drifting too, with every beat. Ghosts of the past swirl around my head as the tune fills the room. They echo like a thousand memories bouncing from every word of my favorite song.
Oh, nostalgia! It’s strangling me, but I like it.

I notice that when his soul gets possessed by the melody, he can be whoever he wants to be, he can say whatever he wants to say. And nobody, I mean, nobody can judge him.

© Pancake Bunnykins

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I really wanted to learn how to play the guitar or the piano when I was a kid. Unfortunately, I was too lazy to attend the music school that my father enrolled me in. I preferred playing with other kids outside the house rather than locking myself inside a room with an instrument. Sigh.

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I always love listening to New Wave songs.  Call it old school, but this genre puts me in a better mood.

The other night, I was singing my heart out to Wake me up before you go go by Wham! I am in love with this song! Trust me, I have it in my New Wave playlist. (And yes, I have a compilation of New Wave songs on my phone and laptop.) My Fiancé even sings it with me! Who can blame him? It’s a very catchy and upbeat song!  I can put it on repeat for days. Okay, maybe until I get tired of it or until my Fiancé whines at me to change it.

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