When I was thirteen, I finally convinced my family to buy me a guitar and start taking lessons. I couldn't really take guitar in Band, so I had to find a tutor and go to lessons privately. Not that I wanted to be in Band anyways, that wasn't the type of music I wanted to play. My first tutor was nice and very patient with me, and I remember being so excited for my first lesson. Every night I would practice so much that my fingers would get sore and bleed, but I didn't care. I wanted to get the chords right, I wanted to make music and I wanted to make it fast.