|The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.-Psalm 19:1 (NIV)
So, this story begins at my kitchen table: again. No, I wasn’t eating, but I was just thinking to myself, “You should drive up to Montrose Crossing and write at Starbuck’s.” I did just that. But when I was just a few meters from my destination, I looked at my watch and thought, “It’ only 7:30. I have enough time to swing by Guitar Center, considering I haven’t been there in a while.” I happily drove to Guitar Center and went to check on some sound equipment. To make a long story short, I was testing out the electronic pianos.
I was playing Adele’s Turning Tables, when I heard a fantastice female voice begin to sing along with my playing. I immediately turned around and saw this bashful young woman singing. I thought to myself, “and she’s pertty too” (that’s right, P-E-R-T-T-Y). She was with her nucleo-family, so I didn’t want to intrude. She simply smiled and that was that. I continued playing, but this time, a little Charlie Brown’s Christmas Time is Here. A guy came along side me and began soloing (on the keys). I didn’t think much of it, even as he complimented me on my playing. Looking back, it didn’t bother me that he was soloing as I played, because his spirit is different. He wasn’t trying to outplay me, he just wanted to supplement my playing, which was cool. Anyway, I really was just playing for relaxation. I told him, “Thanks man. I appreciate it [compliment], bro.” We exchanged several pleasantries and before you know it, I was teaching him chords (his name is Andrew, by the way). I really didn’t care, I just wanted to share whatever I could. He asked if I sang. I told him yes. He stated that he wanted to learn how to sing. I told him that I teach choir and lessons. Moving the story along, I met him and his friend Dan, and we exchanged information. I told him to hit me up, so we can exchange ideas. I also found out that Dan is a guitar player. I told him [Dan] that I need some guitar instruction because I’m teaching myself how to play. Dan said he wanted to learn how to play piano too. And thus the barter system was born (in my old english voice). Ha!
I chose to blog about this because, just imagine: What if I didn’t look at my watch and saw that I had enough time to go to GC and Starbuck’s? What if I went straight to Starbuck’s? What if I never left my house? I wouldn’t have met two great dudes of the Faith, that’s what. Tonight, of all nights, I decided to drive to Montrose Crossing to write, and end up meeting these guys. I look forward to seeing what is going to become of all of this. I’m a little pseudo-peeved, though: I didn’t even get to check out the drum department. Ugh (not really, ugh, lol)!
Everything happens for a reason. Seriously. Peace Y’all!