The Acoustic

He convinced me to learn the guitar.
I knew I needed to, to feel closer, more connected.
I only had the acoustic.
So i grabbed a penny off the night stand, it was old and rusty. The year on it was 1986.
I used that penny as my noble pick.
I strummed the first string of the guitar.
It's harder than it looks, I thought to myself.
I recalled the notes that my brother had once taught me.
No. 1 Party Anthem.
One of the few songs I knew how to play.
I didn't like using my fore finger to press down painfully hard on the guitar strings.
It hurt.
So I went against any guitarists ways, and used my middle finger instead.
It felt right, comfortable.
It didn't hurt.
I didn't enjoy getting calluses on my fingertips.
They would peel away at my skin and were unladylike.
That's why I always changed fingers.
Calluses were annoying.
And because calluses would only remind me of him.