Becoming a rock star is the dream of many teenagers. For me, my desire to become a rock star was much more than the desire of any Tom, Dick and Harry. When I first saw a live rock performance by a rock band that had come touring in our town, I had decided that I had to be a rock star. Becoming a rock star was always going to be difficult for me due to my parents’ complete distaste for anything that was not centered on my education.
My parents were both raised in very poor families. Through hard work in their studies they had both been able to finally lead descent lives. Due to their upbringing, my parents therefore had a lot of faith in education and since they did not want me to suffer as they did, they desperately insisted that I also study hard to get a bright future.
Well, I understand them completely and I put a lot of effort in my studies. I actually manage very good grades and although I am never top of my class, I always mange to be among the top. However, I believe that my parents take things a bit too far by restricting me from doing other activities especially fun activities which they believe will derail me.
The rock band had however created a deep desire in me that could not be swept aside so easily. I remember that I could for a long time afterwards replay their performance in my mind. I could hear the highly amplified bass guitar sound booming through the numerous loud speakers that they had arranged in front of the stage where they were performing. I could also replay the energetic moves of the lead vocalist who was also playing a rhythm guitar.
The harsh booming and surprisingly rhythmic music of the three guitars that were being used were amplified by what I learnt later were some very expensive tube amplifiers. I was fascinated at how just three guitars could cause such a paradoxically rhythmic cacophony of sounds. The sound had such a great effect on the crowds that people were crazily chanting and swaying to the music. For that brief moment, the rock stars had been transformed into gods. I decided I also wanted to have that power.
Since I could not openly declare my ambitions to my parents, I would sneak out in the afternoons and visit a friend who lived a block away from our house who had an electric guitar. He was also learning to play and had not advanced very much in learning how to play.
When I had decided to become a rock star, I had not thought that learning to play the guitar would be so hard. Watching the rock stars on stage effortless strum their guitars had seemed to be an easy thing to do. I had imagined that I would quickly learn the guitar and go on to become a legend on the stage. A few visits to my friend with the electric guitar comprehensively convinced me otherwise.
I was just not cut to be a guitarist. That was the end of my dreams of becoming a rock star. I went back to my books!