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Mummy, Daddy, My Rockstar dreams, Guitar |
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Everyday, I pluck at the strings of my guitar. I can't wait to learn how to play it!
Besides, that, I have been making a shopping list of things I need to buy from the store, and it's mostly just songwriting supplies. Pencils, pens, erasers, white outs, ETC.
Mummy constantly asks me, "Why won't you write something about church, God, instead of all of that other crap?" I told her, that for one, my songs aren't "crap", and second, the songs I write about, comes straight from the bottom of my heart. They are my thoughts and feelings about life. Daddy, told me that as long as I am not writing about killing, robbing, beating people, or anything like that, that he was okay with what I write, which was very encouraging to me. How come Mummy can't be like Daddy sometimes? Just accept what it is that I do, and stop trying to make a big deal out of something so little?
Of course Daddy does have some things that he doesn't always approve of either. Like my rock star dream. At first he was very strictly, "No" about it, but now, he's very supportive about it. "You go on ahead and learn how to play that guitar, so when you become a rock star, like Miley Cyrus, I can go somewhere, retire, relax, and live out my old age happy. Don't worry, I will come to a couple of your concerts and support you, Red!" "Okay Daddy."
Red Blonde Fox · Thu Oct 06, 2011 @ 03:30pm · 0 Comments |
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