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Royer Adames

L. Garey

Eng. 101

Descripted Essay

February 10 2013

The Beginning of My Guitar Journey

Two years have passed since I begged on my knees to my dad to buy me a guitar. I remember him say with a serious face while he looked at my eyes that he would buy it when he got enough money from his self-employ job. Every time that he made his money he would come home and tell the whole family how much more money he is making now than his old job, more than enough to buy the guitar; at time I would remind him about the promises that he made to me about the  instrument. But sadly every time I asked him he would say that he cannot put money aside because he was going to need invested on his job, like buying a new truck. All I wanted was a middle class guitar that would cost around the three hundred dollar that had a classis gorgeous sun burn color made by reputable brands that knew what they were doing.

My father was not able to deliver a guitar to me, but my beautiful and loving mother saw my pain, sadness, and all my tears, and came to the rescue one day when she surprised me with a guitar when she came from her favorite hoppy that is yard selling. When she told me that she got me a guitar, my heart start to speed up, I started to jump a little and I had a big smile on my face. I almost cried a little. I excitedly said to myself, finally my guitar is here. I followed her to the kitchen where I saw a green guitar case which is a bit odd but nonetheless I graph its zipper and got the guitar out. The guitar had a nice classic sun burn color, it felt smooth and I felt in love with it has quick has a speeding Cheetah. But when I strum its’ stings my ears responded that with a big no to that love because it sound it like broken records. My smiles and happiness quickly fade after a heard that afoul sound that came out of my new guitar; I was felt devastated with tear coming out of my eyes. Then I inspected the guitar and I notice that the bridge of the guitar was broken, it was lifted up but some glue hold it together. When I said that it was broken my mother move back a little and her eyes open quickly and she told me with a shaking voice that she didn't notice when she bout it at a yard sale. I was sad that the guitar had the bridge broken but that didn't stop me from going online to get guitar classes and start practicing with it until the joy of playing guitar was more than the suffering of herring does ears trenching sounds.

I got tire of my old guitar so I decided to buy my own, after all that has happen I didn’t trust or wanted to wait until I had my kids. I got my mother to contact her friends to get me a job in this a factory; in the night shift and I was a picker. After a month of this factory live that consume me schedule which only made me enjoy two hours of my day I quite because it was time for me to start college. I made about seven hundred dollars menus the money I gave to my parents to help out with the bills; I had enough to my sun burn acoustic guitar.  I looked around online and found that amazon had what I need it, my precious guitar and at price that I liked; so I bought it.

After I click the place your order button I rapidly became anxious with a mixture of happiness that finally the long wait was going to be over soon. It also reminded me of the first two weeks that I was waiting for my dad to buy it for me. Finally after coming back from college I see a big dirty box in the front of my house, I had the face of a kid that is going to open his present in Christmas Eve. I take my keys out open the door hug the box and take it upstairs to my room to the left. With tears running off my face I open the box like if it was a birthdate present there I find what I wanted all along, my acoustic/electric with the classy look of the sun burn. I grab the neck of the guitar with my left hand, sat down, and I rested the guitar in my legs and made it sing like an angle; I said to myself with a big smile of my face, the wait is finally over!