Recently I have been helping my friend out with some music he has been writing since he's busy with college. So, I was sitting down today writing some stuff I had come up with this past week and I decided to see what the music would sound like. I picked up my guitar (that I suck at playing, by the way) and started to try and play what was on the sheet. Honestly, I really like it, but before I could even finish it... someone is at the door. Me: *opens door* Oh, hey. You're not in jail. Surprised your mother is dumb enough to let you go. Kiddo: I'm surprised no one has come to kill you in your sleep yet. Me: Give it time. I'll find a breaking point in you eventually. Kiddo: I'm over hear because you wont stop playing that shit music! Me: I didn't even finish one song and you're over here yelling at me. Have you found it at all strange that you're the only person in this entire neighborhood who complains about my music? Kiddo: Everyone thinks it's annoying, they just don't want to say it to your face. Immediately when Kiddo says this, another neighbor walks outside. Me: Hey, Jed! Jed: Yeah?! Me: Have you heard any music coming from my house?! Jed: No, not since like last week! Me: Sorry about that, have a nice day! Kiddo starts to become angry at me. Kiddo: He's an old man, he couldn't hear a train's horn if it was inside of his ear. Me: Either way, you're still just being bitchy with me. Kiddo: What did you say? Me: I said you're just being bitchy with me. Kiddo: Don't -blam!-ing talk to me that way you piece of shit Me: Why? Am I hurting your feeling s too much? Why don't you go back to your room and listen to goth rock while you cut yourself. Kiddo: How about I go back to my house and get my gun! Me: Alright, I'll wait right here while you get your nonexistent gun. Or do you mean your nerf gun? (his mother told me about how she doesn't have a gun because she doesn't trust her son) Kiddo: I'm going to get you to stop playing that shit music one way or another. Me: There's a difference between shit music and a work in progress. Kiddo: Your work sound like shit. Some of you may know that there are very few things I pride myself on. My work ethic, my car, and my musical talent. Me: Then come inside and see if you can do better. Kiddo: I know I can. We head inside, Kiddo has eyes on him because he's liable to steal something. We get in my "music room" and I hand him a guitar. Me: Go ahead. Play something. Kiddo: Just play anything? Me: *nods head* Kiddo starts to play what sounded like a drunk cover of Yellow Submarine. Kiddo: That's music that doesn't sound like shit. You should try listening to it. Me: *nods* You play better than I expected. I'll give you that. But anything is better than hitting yourself in the face with a guitar. Kiddo: *throws guitar at me* Then you play something. Me: Be careful, that guitar is probably worth more than anything in your house. I start to play [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeV9gsl5jR0]this[/url] (little does he know, that's one of the few songs I've memorized and actually know how to play) Kiddo: I don't even know what song that is. It's just more shit music. Me: So, by your logic, any non-mainstream music is shit? Makes sense. You can get out of my house now while I finish writing this song I [i]was[/i] working on before you rudely came to my door and started shouting at me. Kiddo: Whatever. You're just mad because I have more talent than you. Me: Yeah, sure. Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out. Part 6: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/157461095