It struck me that I was different from the kids around me, and I started growing slightly discontent with it. Puberty came, and I tried on a passion for sports in attempt to be more like my peers. I tried basketball, softball and track. I wasn’t terrible, but it took me four years to learn that there is no ‘I’ in team. I wasn’t one for forced coalitions, so I quit and went out for hobbies that better suit my introspective tendencies. Eventually, the fear of being weird wore off and I was open to trying new things, like theatre and dance. I started honing creative energy like I never had before when I won a guitar out of a drawing at the Tulsa Harmonica Festival in seventh grade that . It was challenging for me, and I felt that all the years I had spent studying classic rock ‘n roll, via long road trips with my dad, had finally paid off. By this time I had enough training in air guitar, and I felt like a rock star just holding the instrument of extreme AWESOMENESS. It was opportune timing as well! I had just moved from my tiny private school of three-hundred to Jenks (which has about nine-hundred per grade) and this guitar served as my only friend until I could figure out the ropes of socialization. Shortly after I had taught myself guitar, I began piano lessons. I would come home and rock out for hours, in the same special head space I had used as the four-year old Sharpie toting Rembrandt. Playing music became a part of my daily routine, along with brushing my teeth, and neglecting to brush my hair. I put my knack for storytelling to good use, and pretty soon I was churning out lyrics like Edgar Allen Poe on amphetamines. Like every young boy girl, I had dreamed of becoming a supreme rock star, able to retire at age forty-five. I knew my dream was far-fetched, but i didn’t care and I kept at
It struck me that I was different from the kids around me, and I started growing slightly discontent with it. Puberty came, and I tried on a passion for sports in attempt to be more like my peers. I tried basketball, softball and track. I wasn’t terrible, but it took me four years to learn that there is no ‘I’ in team. I wasn’t one for forced coalitions, so I quit and went out for hobbies that better suit my introspective tendencies. Eventually, the fear of being weird wore off and I was open to trying new things, like theatre and dance. I started honing creative energy like I never had before when I won a guitar out of a drawing at the Tulsa Harmonica Festival in seventh grade that . It was challenging for me, and I felt that all the years I had spent studying classic rock ‘n roll, via long road trips with my dad, had finally paid off. By this time I had enough training in air guitar, and I felt like a rock star just holding the instrument of extreme AWESOMENESS. It was opportune timing as well! I had just moved from my tiny private school of three-hundred to Jenks (which has about nine-hundred per grade) and this guitar served as my only friend until I could figure out the ropes of socialization. Shortly after I had taught myself guitar, I began piano lessons. I would come home and rock out for hours, in the same special head space I had used as the four-year old Sharpie toting Rembrandt. Playing music became a part of my daily routine, along with brushing my teeth, and neglecting to brush my hair. I put my knack for storytelling to good use, and pretty soon I was churning out lyrics like Edgar Allen Poe on amphetamines. Like every young boy girl, I had dreamed of becoming a supreme rock star, able to retire at age forty-five. I knew my dream was far-fetched, but i didn’t care and I kept at