The guitar class at our school learned to play a new song today, and they played the ever-loving Hell out of it. Picture this: nine hoodrat teenagers with cheap guitars standing on the tables and desks, belting out "Every Rose Has its Thorn". Horribly.
It was beautiful. I cried a little.
It was beautiful. I cried a little.
Have I ever told you just how fantastic you are?
Hooray for guitar class!