So as the guitar was proving difficult to learn, especially while out of my tree, I thought I’d try another avenue to rock stardom. I was good at whipping the crowd into a frenzy at the karaoke so I thought if I could learn to sing, I could be the new Mick Jagger.
Anything to get out of my day job was and still is my motto. So far, I have stopped short of becoming a rent boy but it’s getting close to that these days.
I paid a retired opera singer three hundred pound up front for ten lessons and for a whole hour we would try to get me to hit two notes on the piano but after a couple weeks she was like, “Oh please stop, thirty pound an hour is not worth this! Here is a full refund. Please don’t darken my door again”. So that was that plan fucked.
I did go to another couple of teachers with much the same feedback, ‘Don’t give up the day job as you can’t carry a tune in a bucket’.
Cheers!
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