The music is all around us, we must not do is listen
Vaughan Legacy 1.1
Sunset Valley, Sequoia because of number 3 - 10:00 am
The first time I saw a guitar was when my father took me in that space out of town to see the band of his old friend. I was fascinated. O maybe it's better to say that I fell in love with her.
time I was 8 years, 12 have passed and my passion continues to grow every day, every hour, every moment more.
Michael Vaughan and I have come to Sunset Valley to realize my dream: to let the world know my music!
* Virtuoso, solitaire, available at flirt, loves his family, a sense of humor *
After working for a few years here and there, wherever he was asked a guitarist, and have put aside a bit 'money, I decided to do the big move to America and Sunset Valley seemed the best place: small, but great at the same time, peaceful, a place full of wonderful landscapes as inspiration.
I found this studio on a cliff, the view was excellent, the affordable price and decided to take it.
The theater gave me the opportunity to pursue a musical career, so I went to audition
In the room we were no more than three people, trying only one guitarist but I was not worried, are always been convinced of my abilities, or perhaps I should put it this way ... Whenever there was some evidence, some hearing, I knew inside me that I would betray the guitar and would guide my hands and it surpasses everything. Also this.
Yes, it was definitely a big job and the pay was at a minimum, but one has to start somewhere, it's important to move forward.
After the first day of work I was so exhausted that I went straight home to slip under the sheets, but I was hoping to learn more about the district -.-
passed three weeks, now I was completely addicted the routine daily, the site, to the neighbors.
Often after work, as the theater overlooking the central park, I played for collecting tips that allowed me to go shopping every week.
One afternoon I was heading towards the park as usual, that week I had left to go to the supermarket, I bought cheesecake and other delicacies, for the sake of seeing a once my frigoridero full. As I walked I stopped a beautiful girl ...
"Hello, sorry, I'm new place, you tell me where is the art gallery?"
And at that moment I seemed to have stepped back in time, in such a space outside the city, when I saw for the first time the magic of a guitar
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