The sound of the rain splashing out my window woke me back to reality. My frustration was filling the room slowly. Failure crept up my body, taking over, defeating me. I fought hopelessly, but nothing could be done. "I know I can do it, just keep trying, one more time" I tried to convince myself. .
The constant reminders of defeat around myself kept adding to my misery. Slowly, ripping me down from the inside. My broken string half way hanging out from the trash can like a snake climbing up a tree, my gothic Metallica poster over my perfectly tidy bed, and my computer screen with the solo tablature, reminded me of my downfall, of my break down. My shiny black guitar was sitting on my lap, as it has been for the past hours. I could no longer feel my leg, but I did not care; my mind was somewhere else. I kept repeating the song over and over again in my head. I knew every second of the song, every fraction, every moment by memory, by heart, by instinct.
I looked around my room, desperately, as if I was looking for someone or something to help me. It was dark, very dark, except for the dim ray of light that squirreled through my curtains, hovered in the dusty air and finally joined with the wooden floor. My stereo, laying there, quietly next to the computer, mocking me, as if it enjoyed seeing me suffocate. After examining each of the objects around me I said to my self quietly, "The only help I will find is inside.".
"I am very close now, just a couple of tries more" I said to my self in a low but confident tone. I tried playing one more time. I concentrated on every note, every second, trying not to make any mistake. I watched every movement of my chubby hand, sliding through the strings like an eagle through the sky, not even blinking. I was almost there, the solo was almost over, perfect timing, perfect, notes, perfect solo. I stared at my finger right as the string went right between my finger and my nail.
