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|I've always wanted to learn<br>the guitar but never had<br>the nerve to try.

|I decided to take up the guitar<br>and headed to the local music<br>shop. That was when I first<br>saw her.

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|When I did finally get up the<br>courage, I found that SHE<br>worked at the local music<br>shop.

|She was in the year above mine<br>and already had a band which<br>had won several competitions.<br>I heard she'd even been<br>approached by a famous music<br>producer.

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|She told me I had nothing<br>to be afraid of, that playing<br>guitar was simple. Easy for<br>her to say--everyone knows<br>her band is big in Japan.

|I hadn't saved enough pocket<br>money to buy a guitar but I<br>headed to the shop and she<br>let me try one out.

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|I didn't have enough money<br>to buy one that day, but she<br>let me try out a guitar and<br>showed me some chords.

|I went to the shop a lot<br>after that. She was so<br>helpful and her knowledge<br>about guitars blew me away.

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|I came back a lot over the<br>next six months while I<br>saved up my allowance.

|Six months later I had<br>bought that guitar, practised<br>every day and even formed<br>my own band.

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|Now I've bought my guitar,<br>I've started a band, and I'm<br>practicing a lot. I even<br>wrote a song for her.

|I just had to let her know my<br>feelings for her with one of my<br>own songs.

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|Only problem is I can't bring<br>myself to play it for her. So<br>instead, I'll invite her to our<br>first live show.

|But there was no way I could<br>sing to her until I had learned<br>to play better.

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|After school, we sat on a<br>bench together while I tried<br>to work up the courage to<br>give her the ticket I got her.

|And then it all seemed to fall<br>into place. My band got its first<br>gig and I hoped that she would<br>come to watch us.

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|My throat was parched, and<br>my mind was racing. For<br>some reason, some weasels<br>were looking at us...

|I went to tell her after school<br>and took her a ticket in my<br>trembling hands.

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|And then a strange thing<br>happened. A soccer ball<br>came at us, and I reflexively<br>gave it a good kick.

|We sat down outside and chatted<br>about school but I had trouble<br>telling her about my gig.

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|It felt great! It calmed me<br>down too. Even the weasels<br>seemed happy. So I started<br>kicking away my feelings.

|Each time I tried to pluck up<br>the courage to ask her to come<br>a ball would fly out of nowhere<br>and ruin the moment.

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|If that wasn't enough, I had a<br>pair of ferrets making a racket<br>in front of me too!

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|Strangely, the more balls I<br>kicked away, the more confident<br>I got. Maybe it was something<br>about my kicking to the rhythm<br>but the ferrets seemed to calm<br>down too.

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|I was sure this was the perfect<br>moment to tell her how I feel...  

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