Mirai E.

I had to literally hold on to the neck of it or lean it against my shin at a certain angle so that it would not topple over. But maybe, I didn't have to. Maybe it would not crash onto the carpeted ground. I don't know, I never tried. I sit and I wait while mentally going through the notes and key areas of the song which needed more focus i.e. areas which I'd be more than likely to screw up. If I had the time, I would take it out of the sleeve and place it on my thighs; especially when my photographic memory becomes slightly distorted.

The process of waiting could sometimes be nerve wrecking but most of the time, exciting. Overjoyed, if it was my favourite tune. Excited mostly, because it is the time when I leave everything by the door and walk into the room where I could scream every ounce of stress through the strumming and plucking. Most of the time, not being loud and hard enough would be offensive.

It used to feel like forever waiting to be called in and a second before I ushered myself out of the door, greeted by my dad. I'd intentionally forget about the worries I left by the door like a forgotten umbrella and look forward to the next cycle. :)