Wonderwall

                Wonderwall, the song that had been a real nightmare to me was mastered. As a wild horse I had tamed it, me the tamer my guitar the rope. My guitar felt old and unhappy, my pick didn’t stick in my finger. The pick kept sliding off as if it was buttered, falling inside my Lucida guitar and interrupting the song. My capo makes the strings vibrate making an unbearable insect buzz. My untuned guitar made a Do sound a Re, ruining the whole guitar intro. Natalia showed worry in her eyes; she was as lost as me. Alejandro looked at us with an unhappy look while he played his sax solo. Finally, all those problems were gone because, as I said before I have fully mastered the song.

                I stepped prepared, calm, and harmonious into the full classroom. I opened the cover of my piece of wood and grabbed my pick and capo out. I pick up my red pick, a color that for me represents power and control. My mouth modulated the words “I want to play something alone” as my feet marked tempo. I started with an E minor with a strumming of such precision as Slash. I kept playing the cords G, D, and A with a strumming in the perfect tempo. The word flew in my mind, “Today is gonna be the day they gonna throw it back to you…”. I felt ready to toss away my $70 Lucida and to bring on the $2,000 Gibson Les Paul.  

                The final moment came, the so problematic chorus. In my mind I remembered the guitar player that played the song. I knew the chorus and played the notes without the need of seeing the guitar to know where to place my fingers. In my head the song kept flying “Cause’ maybe…you gonna be the one that saved me… and after all… you’re my Wonderwall”. An honest smile came thru my face because after all I had been victorious in my endeavor to play the song. My guitar was another arm… another part of me. The instrument I had found dreadful has becomes my pride and happiness. So much pride I have in myself for this that I am now putting this in my blog at 9:00.