A Guitar’s Journey With David

By Tracewillow

I was born to resonate.
To be frank, I think they wanted to name me “Gita” but somehow, the word got misspelt, so now I have to live with the name “Guitar”.

When I first set eyes on David, and he on me, it was love at first sight.
I think I fell harder for him than he for me since he was already courting another love called “Piano”.
If you ask me, I think she is big and clumsy-looking – not slim and elegant like me – and she does not even produce the reverberations I can.

Anyway, the truth is, when I saw him, my heart melted at his beauty and my mind (yes, I do have both) yelled out to him “Play Me! Play Me!”.

But he had other ideas on his mind at the time – like during the time when he was shooting the Crush video.
Seriously, I mean, he actually preferred to swagger all the way along that bridge to play that….that Piano thing?
– while I sat, gaping longingly at him, but with a fair amount of indignation!   I swallowed my hurt and consoled myself that my time will eventually come.

But I did have some moments of self-pride when he showed me off infront of his friends while they played some sort of sticky-paper game.   Or perhaps he was just using me to woo that Crush victim.

I got lucky again for the next video ALTNOY….I was once more placed in his tender arms.
But he looked so sad this time while he strummed me that I had to control my tears from flowing.   Playing a wet guitar is a no-no.   I would have been ostracized into a jobless future.

For long periods around that time, he was hardly at home.   Now and again, he would pose for pictures with me but it’s not the same.   I tried my guitar-best to put on a smiley face for those shoots but my belly hurt and that’s not good for my belly strings.

So, most of the time when he was away, I was hanging in a dark closet with only his cd’s, tees, jeans and spare water bottles for company.   But I did find a certain amount of solace and comfort with those things as they were his personal belongings and were part of him.

I did wish he had taken me with him for his performances.   I would have saved him so much expenses on employing music bands.   As some people had been saying, he might have even won AI if he had taken me.

On the other hand, I treasure the quality time we spent at home, enjoying each other’s company in the quiet and peace of his room – with me semi-recumbent on his lap – his fresh scent of talc and vanilla carressing my shoulders – with him tickling my neck and strumming the strings around my belly button.

Occasionally, he would thump me hard on my hip and I would cry out loud “Stop it, you stinker!” but he never heard me, cos his voice drowned out every squeak I made.   It’s all part of the game, I guess.

He hardly spoke to me but I didn’t mind it.
Sometimes, love needs no verbal exchange.   But I could always see the sparkle in his eyes when he looked at me – and I saw it in huge celestial showers!

He is away again – this time for as long as 2 years.
I’m back in the closet but Daniel, now and again, strums me to give me comfort.   With all due respect, I still yearn for David’s touch.

Before David went away, he gave me a lingeringly endearing look, as if to say “We will see more of each other after my return.”

As he now prays in a land faraway, I too pray for his faith in me.   I know for sure he and I can make very good music together.   Don’t you guys think so?

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