Last Song Syndrome

(April 11, 2007)

Apparently, I've been having last song syndromes with the songs from Chris Daughtry's new album.

The setting was in an old classroom I used at my former school when I was still in highschool. I was sitting on my own wooden desk, together with several people - most of which were of my age but not familiar to me, and others I assumed were their parents. My mom was sitting beside me. A teacher was there, and we were like having this some sort of a seminar or whatever you call it. The teacher was speaking words I didn't comprehend. They were like having this sort of talent appreciation in the classroom. People were showing their skills in front of everyone. Then this old friend of mine, whom I would just be calling Red, was there with me wearing a shirt in color... red. Yeah, no joke. I remember the teacher asking the class whoever was good in playing the guitar and might as well play for the whole class. I immediately volunteered to show my guitar-playing prowess and I guessed it was the perfect chance to sing my current favorite song which is "Over You' by Chris Daughtry. "I know that!" Red exclaimed. He sang a few lines of it and I was ecstatic. "You also love the song? Cool!" And I found another fanatic. He quickly assisted the guy who was bringing a nice electric guitar from behind. Then I reached for it.

Everyone was holding his own horse while waiting for me to play and sing. I strummed the first chord and began singing...

"Now that it's all said and done... I can't believe you are the---"

When I was about to strum the third chord which was F# minor, I was astounded to see that the guitar has 12 strings. My fingers couldn't press the strings on the frets properly because of that. I attempted to play again and again but it wasn't working. I was pissed. Everyone wondered.

A few minutes later after a long silence, the teacher was furious and began ranting about what I had done. She was pissed because I wasn't able to do it properly. She was angry because I embarrassed her in front of the whole class. And I didn't know the hell why. She suddenly walked out the room, and I remember hearing her loud stomps along the corridor as it faded out. I sat down beside my mom and screamed, "Bitch!"

My mom hushed me and just told me to keep quiet. Another teacher entered the room and began asking the people to raise their hands after each of her questions. I didn't know what was happening. Then she stepped out of the room.

The last thing I knew was I was walking along the school corridor seeing familiar and unfamiliar faces.