Now this didn’t happen to me…so don’t visualize me when I tell you this story.   A young musician. Songwriter. Performing his heart out. And a pretty girl comes up to him after the show. They talk. She says she’s seen him play a few times and really likes his music. They talk some more. Have a few drinks. They laugh.
She says “Oh, it’s closing time. I’m right across the street. Why don’t you come over?”  So he does. Brings his guitar with him. They talk some more. Start kissing.

This isn’t me. I promise.

And as things are getting heated, she says “Let’s put on a little music.” She puts in his CD, the one she just bought at the club.  She’s dimmed the lights and begins kissing again.

But what she doesn’t know is this guy hates his own CD.

She’s all into it and all he can think is, “I hate my voice. I sound like a mouse,” and “I really should have put the third track firs,t” and “Oh, here comes that keyboard solo,” or “Damn, is that mix right?” and “I wish she had the bass up more on her stereo.”

This was a friend of mine. He knows who he is. You don’t have to.

So the sound of his own CD is putting him "out of the mood."  He excuses himself to go to the bathroom. He washes his face with cold water. He gives himself the pep talk in the mirror. “This girl is really cute. Just block out the music and you’ll be fine.” He checks himself in the mirror with a new jolt of confidence and walks back down the hall to continue with the girl.

As he passes her bedroom, he sees she’s collected all the fliers from his gigs. They’re pasted all over her bed and above her dresser. The ones with all of the pictures that his roommate took and they Xeroxed.

The ones with his mouth open. And he can see his fillings. Damn, do I look like that?

So my friend was so embarrassed d he made up some kind of story and got the hell out, almost forgetting his guitar as he went.

Not me. I like my CD.

 

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