So to continue from last week’s blog…
Pierre had handed me the guitar pick and I set it in my pocket. After getting home and freaking out showing my friends and family the pick, I set it in my room. A couple days passed by and I hadn’t seen the pick in awhile. Eventually it dawned on me.. I had cleaned my room. I threw out all the garbage, including the tissue.
Pierre had handed me the guitar pick and I set it in my pocket. After getting home and freaking out showing my friends and family the pick, I set it in my room. A couple days passed by and I hadn’t seen the pick in awhile. Eventually it dawned on me.. I had cleaned my room. I threw out all the garbage, including the tissue.
What I’m getting at is I threw out the guitar pick, that
Pierre handed me himself… all because it was in a tissue. My heart sunk. I have
a bin in my room that I toss light garbage in; tissues, cotton swabs, makeup
removing wipes.
I was hopeful that by some chance I might have tossed the
tissue into that bin. I was basically positive I didn’t because I had cleaned
my entire room. I didn’t want to look for it
so I avoided it for days. Finally after about a week of my sadness I
decided I’d give it one quick look and just move on. It was a really big deal
for me because I haven’t been to many concerts and I certainly haven’t
met/touched any famous people. Especially a band I have been listening to for
like 10 years. What would have been no big deal to most people was a huge deal
to me. I looked and by the luck of life it was there. I then
freaked out, ran around my house, put the pick in a plastic bag… taped it to my
wall, and now I admire it daily.
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| Pierre Bouvier (Singer of Simple Plan) |
