My Guitar Dream Held Me Up

Even when I was four years old, all I wanted was to sing and play guitar in front of thousands of fans. Every Christmas, I put microphone and guitar on my wish-list. It was safe, and peaceful to lay awake at night dreaming of one day performing on stage in front of people. It helped me keep going. My parents could beat me and scream at me, but they could never take away my passion for music, and to somehow help me, my twin brother, and my older sisters get out of that house alive. It's seven years later now, and we're all safe. It's seven years later, but now I can play guitar, and even now music is still my passion.
MusicsavedmeSammy MusicsavedmeSammy
13-15, F
Nov 30, 2012