my first guitar lesson

i have my very own guitar. i got it for my birthday. its decorated with stickers. its pink, and pink is my favorite color. it has cool edges ... dark, rainbow sparklely colors. this morning i woke up thinking about sammy my music teacher at school. on the paper, most of the things were not for the recorders, they were for the guitars. and that's when i thought about getting a lesson on guitar, so i asked my dad because he plays the guitar so he can teach me how to play the guitar. this was my first guitar lesson. its awesomriffic!

i was just playing the guitar. i had to hold the string down on the fret while i strummed the strings.












he was telling me how to hold the guitar pick. he said to hold like i was holding something really gross. just pinching it.












this is when i was learning the e-major chord, and how to hold all the strings with my fingers.












its fun, its cool, and its amazing. and i got a free class without paying.

my mom is a weird mom. ('why?' i get to ask.) because you are just weird.

the end.
stevie (aka siobahn)