Choose Carefully
Choose Carefully
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” I don’t know about you, but I’ve always hated getting asked that question. How am I supposed to be able to justify the outcome of my life when I’m still so young? Dreams from your childhood end up fading away, hopes get crushed, hearts end up broken. Life throws a lot of different obstacles at you and your outlook on something could be totally flipped in a matter of seconds.
Just like any other winter day, today was cold and gloomy. The overcast clouds set the mood for students at school. It was clear that people were lacking the energy they once had before the sun went into hiding. Everyone seems to be having the life drained out of them, including me.
We began this future career project in AVID yesterday and I’m still stuck at the beginning. I can’t choose a career, there’s countless to choose from and none of them sound appealing. I feel like I’m not very suited for most careers and I don’t want to pick something I won’t be happy doing. I can only think of one thing: Music.
I’m a bit too shy, a bit too embarrassed, and a bit too nervous to even tell my teacher that’s what I want to do. It’s a college prep class and the career I want to pursue doesn’t really even involve college in my mind. I’ve grown up and lived with music my whole life, it’s definitely something I’m familiar with and something that I enjoy. So without any second thought, when I got home, I immediately began writing my first song.
It took me about 10 minutes to find a free beat that I liked off of YouTube before I started to write. I’ve listened to enough music to be able to distinguish good from bad and just the beat alone can sway the opinion of the listeners. I also knew that if I want to be taken seriously I can’t have any fake flexing lyrics. With all of this in mind, I let my ideas run wild.
After about two hours of work, my song was complete and I had practiced it over and over until I believed it was perfect and ready to show to people. Me and my friend Gavin are always talking about music together, we’re both into the same styles and the same artists so it would make sense to show him first. Even being the anxious person I am, I was excited to show not just Gavin, but all of my friends. I was actually proud of my work, which is a feeling I wasn’t really too familiar with.
After school the next day I went over to Gavin’s house and performed it for him. Whilst I was doing my verses, I could see him getting more and more hyped after each line as the bass rattled the house. By the end of the song, Gavin looked like he had seen a ghost. He told me that I can’t just waste my talent and that I need to keep making more songs, so I did.
Ever since I wrote my first song it feels like the sun finally came out. Music has heavily changed my life by making me happier and keeping my perspective on things as creative as possible. After getting my head wrapped around the fact that anyone will be able to listen to my songs, I lost the sense of embarrassment and have became more relaxed. Last year I would have replied with a shrug, now I can happily say “I want to be a musician!”
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