Music is in your blood, baby! You’ve always had the aptitude of a prodigy—you make Beethoven look like an amateur church organist. There must be a special kind of DNA in your chromosomes, because you master any instrument you manage to get your hands—or mouth—on.
Your genius knows no boundaries; you’re a true genre-hopper. From bluegrass to EDM, you bounce along seamlessly and with little effort. One year, you picked up an electric guitar and just started shredding. After sifting through punk bands looking for a lead guitarist, you eventually ran into a group called Blank 181 or something. Who could remember? It was ages ago. It didn’t matter, though, because you quickly got bored. You tossed the guitar aside and picked up a drum set.
Some people let the instruments play them, but not you. You really became one with those drums. You were ready to start banging vehemently, so metal was your next bet. Those two months were pretty fun, but your voice was taking a beating from all the background yelling… sorry, vocals. You decided that you were done with metal. (Also, your neighbors kept threatening to call the cops.)
You pulled a complete 180 and bought yourself a saxophone. After about a month, you knew you had a promising career in Soul Music. But after slinging swanky sounds behind a smooth singer in a suave nightclub, you were tired of sitting in the backseat. Things were getting a bit old, so you decided you didn’t want to go a traditional route.
That’s when you picked up the didgeridoo. It’s not exactly a space-saver, but it’s super fun to bring to parties. But then, one night changed everything. You had to take a bathroom break and put the ‘doo down for a second. By the time you came back, party animals started playing beer games with your prized instrument. Of course, you had to join, so you don’t remember much else about that night, only that your didgeridoo never quite sounded the same.
Your next exploit was the xylophone—another great investment that barely fit in your small home. You’re having fun so far, but your house is looking like a school band room. There’re wires, mics, and cords wrapped around endlessly in a big heap reminiscent of Mount Everest. You don’t really have room for furniture anymore, either, given all your musical contraptions. You don’t want to eat dinner off your piano again…
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