Chapter 1
Strumming a few chords was all it took for something beautiful to arise from thin air. A simple pluck sent vibrations throughout the room, making me shiver at the low, dark humming of a string. Its name was “Low E”. It was filled with all sorts of emotions. You could feel sorrow or darkness if you placed your fingers in the correct positions. The sounds could send shivers down your spine.
I sat in a desk chair, spinning it around until I couldn’t anymore. Back then these sounds were just background noises to me. Something that simply filled the air and I had paid no attention to it unless I was the one helping with the music. Now when the strumming magically appears off in the distance of my home, I cannot help but simply hum along with the strings that put off such a beautiful vibration. I internally jump for joy when I hear the back door of the deserted bedroom squeak open, almost as if it’s happy to finally be in use.
You can hear the instrument being lifted from its resting place and coming to life as it’s plugged into the speaker. All of a sudden you hear wonderful chords being brought together in harmony, every beat is accounted for, and every chord comes into play right on time. I slightly nod my head to the rhythm of the guitar. It’s more than just background noise, it’s the sound of someone pouring their heart and soul out into what they love. Having their emotions like anger or love guide their fingers where they need to go in order to express something that can only be expressed through the sound of strings being plucked.
