Guitar Lessons

Chapter 3

I found myself staring off to the ceiling, my thoughts coming back to me. School had ended and I had escaped it all perfectly. Now I was sitting upon my bed with thoughts just flying about. The laptop was still sitting on top of my thighs, lingering on the page I had found. After spending a while looking through all the guitar teacher's pages, I had come to the conclusion that if I really wanted a teacher, then the cost would be beyond my reach. For some, I'd only be able to pay for one lesson and all my savings would be gone. My hope had falling quickly, but that was until I found another page. The teacher didn't have much information on it, but in the bio, he had said that he was pretty good at the guitar, and that if anyone wanted a lesson, they'd have to contact him through his email, which was just below the bio. The only difference between him and the other teachers was that he was willing to teach for free, and that wasn't something the came by often. I was beyond excited I had found someone to teach me without taking away from any of my savings, but I was hesitant. There wasn't any sort of picture showing how he looked, and with the fact that he was offering to teach for free didn't help the fact that this could all just be one of those traps, where if you go, you'll never see the daylight again. But, what did it matter? I could just go and check it out and if I don't make it back, well, that'll be a huge relief to some.

For some reason, I was still hesitant. Hesitant and nervous to take up the offer. What was wrong with me? I shook my head a bit.

"Come on Alexis, makes no difference," I whispered to myself and clicked on the box that read email information. A small box appeared, giving me some random letters to type so they could be sure I wasn't a robot. I typed in the letters and sent a small email.

To: guitarlessons93@yahoo.com

Hello, I was wondering if I could get some guitar lessons.

My hands rested on my bed as I read over the very short message. It didn't look or sound right, but taking the last ounce of my courage, I licked the send button and opened my on email. He seemed to reply quickly, much to my surprise. I figured he would have replied late, but I suppose not.

From: guitarlessons93@yahoo.com

Sure. Just two questions, are you a beginner and do you have your own guitar?

To: guitarlessons93@yahoo.com

Yes, I am a beginner and I do have my own guitar.

From: guitarlessons93@yahoo.com

Alright, that's good. I'll send my address in a few and we can meet there.

I let out a soft breath and smiled to myself. Finally! I'm finally going to be able to play it! He seemed nice, but maybe he's different in real life, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that I'd finally be able to play. I sighed with a smile and glanced at the time. It was 3:37. I had gotten home exactly at 3, but I had spent 30 minutes contemplating on whether or not to email him. Good thing my father wasn't home for today and tomorrow. I can get in as much as I could before he comes back. I reloaded the page and saw another email holding the guitar teacher's address, which looked to be quite close to me. I logged out, closed to browser and shut the lid of the laptop before crouching down and reaching underneath the bed. My fingers grazed a hard case and reached farther behind it to a softer case. I pulled it out over the other one and set it on the floor. I had two guitars, but I was worried to use the other one. It was...special. Even if I didn't remember the memories that followed it, my brain could still recognize it as a special piece. Somewhere it clicked, but in my mind, nothing came up. The second guitar, even though I had spent a lot of my savings on it, was a bit less special. I mean, other than the fact it was my first real purchase, it was just a plain guitar that I could use for the moment. Even it's look was plain, a pale yellow front and a dark brown in the back.