It was last week, when I was busy trying to dig up my passport size photos so I can use it for the driving license, at my underwear cupboard I found a stash of negatives that have been in it for years since I moved out from my parents. I took a brief look against the backlight and found some dreams from 3 decades ago(if not longer ๐คฃ)
There was a time, I spent 5 hours behind the close door practicing my riff and pentatonic scales. There was a dark side of teenage boys hiding behind a music studio jamming song that no parents will approve of. Perhaps the Simba portrait tells the year when these photos were taken ๐คฃ
Hakuna Matata, that was the time where me and the bunch of buddies never cared to study, spent hours after hours practicing, just to put up a show and failed the audition. What can I say? It was too mainstream for a young boy band to appear out of nowhere from that era. Nobody will give a shit about how good you play, unless you start to pose like a loser, keeping long hair with wrecked jeans.
Whilst the rock star dream didn't live, at least it's in the memory. Glad the Photoshop guy managed to extract the negative and I'm able to use these photos and send them to my band mates. Unfortunately, only one of them feedback.
Am I regretting? Maybe a little, perhaps I should practice up to 6 hours a day instead of 5? ๐คฃ Or perhaps we didn't attend enough auditions? Did my mom seriously believe me when I told her I'm studying in the public library until 2am with the smell of ganja smoke ๐คฃ It was a time that we all have no worries as everything has been taken care of(except the future).
