Descriptive Essay

My First Guitar Lesson

    One beautiful and shiny day while I was searching some videos on YouTube I found some amazing videos. These were videos, which made me get in love with guitar sound. I started learning guitar playing when I was 17. I watched many clips where musicians played the guitar and I was astonished. In those videos, their fingers were moving very fast and with accuracy at the same time. After all, I decided to get some lessons.

    I came to musical school where I had my first musical lesson. It was someday in a beautiful and warm spring. The musical school seemed a magnificent, splendid and noble place. The hall was big and there were chairs for the waiters. Four big windows allowed the sunshine to permeate into the main hall. There was a serious woman who was sitting at her table and everyone could ask her to give some instructions. She was dressed in a black-and-white suit just like the colors of the piano keys. 

    Quickly, I went to the second floor to find my classroom. There were a big number of the doors on that floor. From each classroom could be heard many sounds which could tame your hearing. I heard the sounds of piano, violin, cello, double bass and accordion. From the last room could be heard the sounds of a guitar. A student was playing “Tears in Heaven” by Eric Clapton. When I started listening to this song, the thrill passed through me. I was not able to distract myself from this song. I decided I would learn to play this song.

    When the lesson ended, I entered the room I was taken aback. It was a big classroom with two pianos next to the wall, two guitars against another wall, and two chairs in the middle where  the teacher and the student had to sit. I greeted the teacher and I sat on the student place. The teacher was old, tall and skinny. He gave me a guitar and started to explain how to take the chords. Because I was a beginner, my chords sounded deafly, irritably and unclear. The guitar was big and I was afraid to hold it. It seemed so fragile. The guitar strings were made of steel and my fingers hurt when I pressed them. After that, my fingers had hurt for one week but I didn't regret this.

    Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. I tried to express myself through the music and my soul was happy. Music is the strongest form of magic. Now, when I remember about this period, my heart struggles more often. Of course, I have learned the song “Tears in Heaven” and I play it when I feel I need some inspiration.