Passion for Strings?
2002-11-02 17:38:08 ET

Today I woke up having a dream of her... the girl I donít know and donít know if go to meet her or not, it was so intriguing that dream, itís been one of the very few dreams in which I truly wake up saying to myself like ďWhat!? Was it just a dream?Ē In most of my dreams after waking up from them I recognize it as ďoh, ok, I get it, it was just a dreamĒ, but this one I got amazed how I really wanted so much it wasnít a dream; in it I apparently did have the guts to go meet her and yet be not so nervous as in real life, and she seemed kind of friendly, which leads me to a new idea... now I canít be sure how she really is, due that her behavior in my dream is completely made out of my mind because itís my brain that fabrics the dream without any knowledge of her: I donít know her at all in real life, thus, I emulated her behavior with pure imagination: a fantasy. I donít know if this makes me more scared of going meet her or more encouraged. My hands tremble.

Then, I went to the Art Institute again for the violin lessons, and in the way to it I found an old friend from high school, that I remember well heís a metalhead, at least one of the few badasses I met there, I mean, most of them were regular crap, but this guy was cool, he plays the drums and he told me that heís now giving lessons for playing the drums; it was nice to see at least someone with a piercing in an eyebrow. So, he saw me carrying the violin case and asked what was it and I answered that I was taking violin classes, he asked me where, and I told him more ore less the direction, and he then kind of recognized and asked me if I knew Susy, and I said yes, he also knew her time ago but mostly for knowing her in a band... ehjem... yes, I think I hadnít mentioned this before, but the first issue that I knew about my teacher (Susy) was that she played very well the guitar; I had only listened to her once and it amazed me, then one year after I saw her playing the violin and amazed me more, later then I decided to learn the violin and I met her. But I first knew of her for playing the guitar.

So, anyway, I then parted from the friend and went to the violin classes. Damn, sheís is just very good teaching, and, very, very good, choosing her clothes ;) heh, yes, Iím always fascinated of how she dresses, itís adorable. Anyway, one hour after, we were having the rehearsal thing and some of the other korean students came, one of them was there for having electric guitar lessons, and Susy went with him to help him out, teaching him the notating stuff, but then she took the guitar and gave him a few examples of how to play certain things and... WOW!!! Sheís amazingly GOOD as hell!!! The korean guy was immobilized watching... so was I. She did this really, really fast movements with her fingers... wow, I mean, I have seen people playing, either from dudes or on music videos from bands, and I hadnít seen nothing like this in so long! Damn, sheís hell way too good! Really! Iím not just trying to show off ďhey, my teacher kicks assĒ, no, she really is good, Iíd fucking bet anyone of here may be as good as she is. SO, she was like that playing and teaching the guy how to do it for about 15 or 20 minutes, then they were off; I just got amazed! She is a Master of Strings, I'd say. And guess who'd be gladly to be a puppet.

Now by my part Iíve been trying to practice the Love theme of The Godfather and also looking for the music sheet of the Godfather Waltz, which I also like so much, but so far I havenít had luck nor for finding it in midi format (to later rip it with a program), so I guess Iíll juts have to conform with the previous one.


2002-11-05 09:34:19 ET

was dream gurlie a foxi red head with freckers and blue eyes???

2002-11-05 11:25:12 ET

Nope. She was more of a gothic-like.

2002-11-05 17:51:10 ET

was this the first time u saw/met her?

2002-11-06 09:04:34 ET

No, no, ok, the girl on the dream is someone I barely have seen a few times, I've never met her really.

2002-11-06 09:06:34 ET

yeah i ment in your dreams

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