My whole family spent last weekend in the mountains, shortly after my first lesson on how to play guitar songs. I was playing guitar and my mum was singing. Dad also knew how to play guitar songs but he didn't want to help me. He assumes that our guitar now belongs traditionally to me. He gave it to me last Sunday as a gift which was passed on from one generation to the next generation – he too, was handed it down from his father after he had learnt to play guitar songs. Obviously you can see my family had a strong music tradition – mum did many long years singing opera in our town. I loved her concerts and I started to love music and eventually fell in love with a passion for guitar music.
My parents helped me realize my dream and paid for my private guitar lessons. After only one month I already felt like a professional. A perfect family atmosphere was suddenly interrupted. Suddenly a storm started, rain, lightning and wind. Huge droplets of raining made it nigh on impossible to continue showing off my ability to play guitar songs. I wasn't scared of the storm or the rain, but I was regretting the fact that my guitar was getting wet. I wanted to present them with how to play guitar songs as a whole performance that evening, but didnt't get the chance.
