Smile. Seems cheesy, I know, but it’s actually real good. The plot is that someone is trying to stop a curse that cause people to kill themselves, but the thing is, it’s like a virus, so when someone sees the infected person kill themselves, they become infected and do the same.
Not really my cringiest because there were so many moments to choose from, but to use a severe one, every year in school, students do a heritage project. It includes things like recording physical traits (eye colour, hair colour, etc.) as well as ancestors and their nationalities and whatnot. Only, to this day, they never, ever, ever factor in that maybe someone was adopted. So imagine insecure me trying to charade the message to a teacher whose mind it never even dawned on without trying to get the classmates to know, all the while having to blindly progress through the assignment. The result? I ended up lying a whole lot on the heritage assignment, which went where else than on display and in the records like all the other work done on the heritage assignment by the classmates. Because it was a showcase.
I should clarify I know my birth parents and “met” them, but nothing beyond that. So, out of fears of getting a failing grade, I ended up creating a family tree that was a mix of stereotypes about myself, historical inaccuracies, and other things that only got worse because my sister was doing a similar assignment and put in a completely different family alternate history. Someone ended up worried and had a talk with my adoptive guardian about her authenticity, and I probably came close to being relocated again, or that’s what the anxiety would’ve made it feel like. Eventually, I was told not to do the assignment, but it was too late, I had made lies that were forever associated with me.
There are two instruments that I would like to learn.
Drums: so I can take out some of the anger and frustration and make it into a melody.
Bass guitar: I have always liked how they sound and when I played any Guitar Hero or similar games, I always played the bass. I could imagine laying in bed and playing a melancholic tune until the sadness goes away. Or just play whatever fits my mood at the moment.
I have also thought that violins look and sound interesting, but they seem pretty complicated to play.
I picked up a cheap acoustic u-bass during the Covid years just to be able to play along with old songs and some soothing melodic solo bass laying on my couch. They are pretty quiet, enough for solo playing without disturbing the neighbors, but the vibrations from the instrument body travel really nice on top the belly. Also it sounds nice and boingy like an upright bass. Perfect for faux jazz and blues.
I learn the sax, you pick up the keytar. Then we take over the stages of every major festival with dual soloing to smoke machines and neon lights until the groupies carry us off stage. Deal?
Cello. I really think there is no greater instrument (maybe the church organ). It has such a range, from quick and frantic to dark and brooding. Forreference, check out anything composed by Gabriel Saban.
Anything. I absolutely love music and the thought of being able to make it myself has always been a dream of mine. However, I can’t hold a beat to save my life. I’ve tried playing the piano, guitar, trumpet, and baritone at stages of my life, never with any success. I can’t even play Guitar Hero past medium difficulty.
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