Keybored

I want to rock. I wanna embarrass myself hardcore. I need Rock Band.

I was so desperate for music i played my cousins keyboard for a few hours. I remember tinkering with it when i was little. It had hundreds of settings; equipped with a catalogue of songs...I specifically remember hearing the Titanic song on loop (you know, the Celine Dion one) because its listed as 00 on the tracklist. It was no less haunting when i heard it today. The keyboard was lying in the bed of my dad's truck, covered in a thin film of dust. My uncle gave my dad a small donation of junk for his yard sale, but this keyboard, it was mine. I wiped it down and placed it on my desk (the one i've had for three years, and just started using last week. Recently, i've felt like cleaning things...old things. Giving use to the forgotten.) I pulled out the "All-in-One" Piano Lessons book my mom bought for me when i was ten and I practiced. The book was intended for children, but it was fun in a way. Still, drums are seven times more awesome.