July 6
Dear Diary,
Very excited today. Went to the local general merchandise outlet and purchased a guitar. Mr McKinley, the man who owns the store, also gave me a book of chords and scales to learn.
July 8
Dear Diary,
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Was practicing on the guitar for almost 12 hours straight yesterday, until my fingers began to haemorrhage. Must go and speak to McKinley regarding the quality of his guitar strings.
July 13
Dear Diary,
Formed a band with some friends from wood shop class. James is really quite talented on the drums. So far I am sharing vocal duties with Jody, who also plays bass. Though ostensibly a rock and roll outfit, I would say we are nonetheless somewhat blues-influenced. Haven’t decided on a name for the group yet.
July 18
Dear Diary,
Been rehearsing a lot with the band. Despite some initial hiccups we have been developing a cohesive sound. Quite pleased with the results – everyone is making a good effort.
July 20
Dear Diary,
Watched the moon landing on TV earlier today. Practiced several chord changes and the pentatonic scale on my guitar afterwards.
July 25
Dear Diary,
James has left the band! He didn’t offer an explanation, but I suspect he secretly harbours some free jazz leanings. Once found an Ornette Coleman record in his room.
August 2
Dear Diary,
Disaster! Jody announced his engagement to his girlfriend last night. This will seriously impede upon the group’s rehearsal sessions. Perhaps I should have earlier surmised that the band would fail to progress as I had previously hoped.
August 7
Dear Diary,
Still incredibly despondent over the break-up of the band. Have also started a new job at the local drive-in cinema.
August 9
Dear Diary,
Must go to work tonight, though I would rather stay at home and practice on my guitar. Alas, such is the nature of paid employment, and to grumble about it would quite simply be of little constructive purpose.
August 10
Dear Diary,
Made the acquaintance of a intriguing young lady last night at the drive-in. She has invited me to meet her parents soon.
August 14
Dear Diary,
As the two of us stood on the terrace of her mother’s house yesterday evening, she told me she believed that our relationship would continue indefinitely. With her fingers wrapped around mine, the moment felt like a turning point of sorts.
August 23
Dear Diary,
I have recently been preoccupied by the notion that the preceding weeks I have recounted in these pages may become, in retrospect, the most enjoyable of my entire existence.
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