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My guitar, my loyal friend.
I remember when my father bought me my first guitar a small acoustic for Christmas I was 12 years old, I beg a whole month and I wanted it so badly even though I have never played a single note when I grabbed it for the first time I felt like I was some kind of Jimi Hendrix or John lennon, I was surprised how with 6 strings someone could make great songs. The next family reunion we had my parents ask me to play some old songs they like but at that time I couldn’t make my guitar sound good, they though that with one month with my guitar I could play any song they like even on this days when I come out with my guitar people think that I know every song on the universe. My older sister introduce me to good rock music when my friends where listening to boybands like mercurio, magneto or backstreet boys I was listening to the beatles, guns n roses, oasis, the verve, soda stereo,mana. That’s when I realized what kind of music I wanted to play. After 3 years I broke my first guitar I don’t remember how it happen one day I came back to my house and the guitar neck was broken I felt like I had lost a friend, someone that was always there for me because every time I came back to my room the guitar was where I have left it waiting to be played. After this event my parents though that I had broke the guitar because I was mad at something so they didn’t give me money to buy a new one .Every summer I earned money from my summer job and saved it. That’s how I bought my second guitar a Fender electric and another acoustic. Ever since then my guitars have been there for me like some loyal friend, when I play them I feel like nothing else matter. If I’m happy, sad or angry I express my feeling through them I don’t care if I don’t play as good, as fast or as loud all I care is the melody that comes out it. My guitar has been like my best friend we have laugh, cried and have fun. This old guitars know me better than I know myself, this old guitars will never let me fall apart.
