Stay
Hours and hours I spent in my dorm rooms playing, practicing, trying until my fingers almost bled. Learning guitar, running from everything else. My poor roommates -- hours and hours I played. Boys failed me, so I turned to music -- one of the only things I knew I could count on, a constant in my life.
The guitar riff. Everyone recognizes it. Lyrics. "You say I only hear what I want to..." This song I learned perfectly, and sang it just like her, you know, the girl with the glasses from the end of that movie. I only performed it a couple of times, mostly because I was too shy to sing in public, mostly because I wasn't that good.
Once a boy told me I sounded amazing, singing that song. That ego boost, acceptance, lasted a little while. It would take years for me not to need a boy for self esteem. Years and phases.
Now my fingers can hardly manage guitar chords, but they change diapers quite well. Now I sing lullabies. Now no more boys, just one man. So much has changed, grown, since "Stay," but a song like that always brings a memory.
[time's up!]
