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Short Stories Miscellaneous Stories The Guitar
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The Guitar |
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| Written by David Neve | |
| Saturday, 15 March 2008 | |
| Last Updated ( Saturday, 15 March 2008 ) |
Linda walked into the house and followed the melody into the back bedroom. Jarrod was always in the back room playing his guitar and you could hear it in the quality of his music. She could sit for hours in the living room and listen to him play. He was sitting, as usual, in the corner next to the window; better acoustics he would say. He would sit quietly playing his guitar and stare out the window.
"Hey there."
Moments passed before Jarrod looked up from his guitar, "Hey"
"Hmm... You've got that look again."
"Which one?"
"That one that says that your mind has left the building, but your body is still here."
"Oh, yeah, I guess I did, didn't I"
"Yeah", Linda paused for a moment as she looked at Jarrod sitting on the floor with his guitar laid across his lap, "What happens to you when you're playing your guitar? I mean, where do you go?"
Jarrod smiled, "I don't know"
"Okay, let me rephrase that question because I'm not quite sure I said what I meant to say. What happens to you when you're playing your guitar? I mean, where do you go?"
"What I meant is that I don't know how to explain it. Remember when John was telling us what an acid trip feels like? How it closes all of the windows and doors in our minds and leaves us alone with ourselves? Well, that's with the exception of those moments of utter stupidity when an acid head would attempt to communicate with the rest of the planet?"
"Yeah, I remember."
"Well, it's nothing like that."
"JERK!!"
Jarrod smiled again, "Fade. That's what happens. I fade. When I'm playing my guitar, I feel like I'm slowly moving into it; becoming the guitar, the music. Sometimes I feel like I can play myself away if I just get the right melody - the right song."
"You mean like day dreaming."
"No, it's more than that. I don't lose myself, really; at least it doesn't feel that way. I lose the world or better yet, I become the world. I become a part of a huge thing, rather than just another person of ‘this' world. I become a living, breathing part of the world. I join in with the universe, I can feel it breathing; it's like my soul is merging."
"Now you sound crazy."
"And that dear Linda, is why I never answer that question."
"Okay, fine. Well crazy one, play on; I'm going to go cook supper. I'll call you when it's ready."
"Cool."
Linda departed the room as Jarrod started playing. This time the tune was much like the tune she heard when she entered the apartment, but sweeter, much sweeter.
"There's a thought", she said to the air as she stirred the sauce on the stove, "How can a song sound sweeter?"
After setting the table, Linda headed to the back room to get Jarrod. Unconsciously, she hummed the tune that he was playing. The same sweet song that he was playing while she cooked. He was just getting to her favorite part when she entered the room.
She looked at the guitar sitting in the corner still quietly playing, "Jarrod?" "Jarrod?"
Comments (4) |
 03-15-2008 21:19, That was an interesting ending, although it could use a little more "spark" to it. I love music, and I think this one is one way to show what musicians feel when they play, I like it. » Reply to this comment... 03-16-2008 05:29, When I was in highschool I was in a band,,played bass..best memories from high school I will ever own. But I never felt like he did, Guess I was to busy worrying not to screw up in front of all the hotties. Anyway, interesting ending indeed. Was he not there or did I read it wrong? » Reply to this comment...  03-16-2008 09:34, gone... » Reply to this comment...  03-17-2008 21:08, Very gentle, quiet story. » Reply to this comment... |
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