My air guitarist boyfriend

The first time I saw him was a performance at school, which was a cultural festival of the school. Each band of the Art Troupe has its own performance time and stage. He is a guitarist in a rock band, and his idol is kurt cobain. The last song he performed was a cover of Nirvana's classic song "The Taste of Juvenile Spirit". He watched the live video countless times, so he finally found Ke Ben's feeling and shouted "A denial? Reject everything ",lift the guitar and bang, scratching, and even practice many actions according to the video.

Guitar wrestling has always been an important part of the rock performance ceremony. Jimi hendrix, the god of guitar, not only smashed the guitar, but even burned it in public on the stage. Muse also set a Guinness World Record for smashing 140 guitars in a single tour, which really shows that he is not a rock singer. However, in the quiet campus, for most students who don't know much about rock and roll, it's like a chicken seeing a duck hit by lightning, and some girls scream. But I got closer and tried to pick up the guitar fragments that fell off the stage, but I was accidentally scratched and bled. In the chaos, people mistakenly thought that he was injured by his own violence. It is useless for me to explain. He got a big demerit and was expelled from the band. Since then, he has never heard him play music.

Later, after I graduated from work, I met him again at an activity on the weekend. This is a meaningless game, pinching bubbles and licking the star cup. One of the activities is air guitar, that is, pretending to have a guitar in his hand and performing there. It is said that there will be a world competition, and the judges will score from four aspects: the repertoire selected by the players, the stage performance, the technical and artistic appeal. Therefore, no matter how embarrassing the scene is, everyone is good at acting. I didn't expect him to participate, and chose the song of nirvana. The atmosphere was extremely manic. His left hand is in a chord posture, and his right hand is waving wildly there, which is very dynamic, just like that performance, as if he really played a guitar in his hand. But this time he didn't imitate the action of throwing guitar, and it ended normally. The other guy played the guitar while taking drugs. It was no ordinary embarrassment, like weeding at noon, and he won the championship.

After the game, I went to see him and he recognized me at a glance.

"Aren't you the girl who was hurt by my guitar before?"

"What a good memory!"

"It's a bit embarrassing."

"Air guitar is not very safe? Why don't you play guitar this time? "

"I don't want to dare." He said a little shyly.

"You were very realistic just now."

"Haha, I still played a few wrong chords, which is a bit rusty."

"So particular?" I'm a little curious.

"Actually, I have a guitar that others can't see or touch, and only my hands can touch it, so it plays quite smoothly." He said, stroking it in the air.

"What the hell!" I thought he was joking.

He talked about the time when he was kicked out of the band after breaking the piano and was disliked by people around him. It is rumored that he is violent, bipolar and unfamiliar with his friends. He didn't want to touch a new guitar after he bought it. After playing for a while, he will feel disgusted, as if he still feels guilty about breaking the piano in his hand. With such a heavy blow, he lost his enthusiasm for music and turned his attention to study and find a job.

Once he is very busy and rests against the wall, he has a desire to play the guitar. When his hand moves in the air, he feels as if his smashed guitar is still hanging on his chest. Although the eyes can't see, the touch of those strings is so familiar, the sound is the same as before, and even a vertical mark carved on the panel is still there. His initial goal was to form a band, perform on the stage and release an album. Every time he finishes one, he will carve it into an "N" to pay tribute to Nirvana. But when he fell down, he forgot this and officially performed on stage once, ending with a fragment.

He doesn't know what this invisible guitar is in his hand, but he plays it himself, but only he can hear it. No matter how loud the guitar is, it will be quiet outside. This released all his pent-up grievances and anxieties, but turned those folk songs into hard metal cores and bombarded them in my mind. No one will say noisy when practicing the piano by themselves anymore. After being seen, I was a little embarrassed, but I still said that I was playing the air guitar. Because he played very realistically, he was dragged by his friends to take part in the competition. Everyone else was playing there, only he played the music correctly.

I was dumbfounded. I thought he had a gift for music. He can imagine the guitar playing in his mind and imagine the sound of playing. The songs he played were all familiar to him, and the impact had a great influence on him. Fantasizing about such a guitar may relieve the pressure of life and work. At least now he looks more energetic, unlike the tired and dull look he accidentally caught a glimpse of on his way to school.

Chatting with him, I also found that my favorite music style is quite consistent. All the songs in that performance are my favorite. In fact, I was fascinated by his handsome appearance and got closer and closer. I even want to pick up the guitar pieces and give them back to him. After that, he and I often eat and watch movies together and go to livehouse to watch band performances. After a long time, the spark of love struck.

But from time to time, he still plays his invisible guitar there alone and enjoys it completely. I didn't like it when I watched it. In order to integrate into his world, I bought him a guitar to teach me and play with him. I play whatever he plays, so that the music he plays in his mind can be released through my hand. Although I am so cheap, he sometimes frowns and says something encouraging, but I can still feel some hatred for iron not turning into steel. Especially when large lateral pressure is needed, people who have played the guitar should feel it. My hands are already very fat, and the thick cocoon on my hands still hurts, so it is easy to get out of tune. However, the cocoon left by playing guitar in his hand is almost worn away. After pressing the air guitar for a long time, he actually said that he could feel a little pain. He must be angry with me. Obviously, his hands are tender and slender than mine.

I asked him, won't that guitar hanging on his chest affect his life? He said he would only be there when he wanted to play, and only his hands could touch it, so he wouldn't intersect with the real thing, just like a ghost.

The soul of an electric guitar hangs on her boyfriend's chest. I don't know how to describe this strangeness. Is it because the ghost of the electric guitar has been smashed and still doesn't leave? Do you still want to be with him?

According to him, it was his first electric guitar, which was his goal of studying hard in high school. My parents promised that if they got good grades, they would buy whatever they wanted. However, after getting the guitar, my grades declined and I still defended the guitar from my parents. He was a little autistic at that time. He saw that people who play rock and guitar are cool and popular and can be used to chase girls, so he felt that with guitar, he could no longer be lonely. As long as he is carrying a guitar, people everywhere say that he should perform, but his guitar is electric and needs to be plugged in to make a sound, turning the expected sound into ridicule. Of course, folk guitars are definitely more popular, but he just doesn't like to touch them. He doesn't have the excitement brought by electric guitar, as if he could betray the world at any time.

When the band rehearses, he can feel the tacit understanding between the band members, but once the music stops, he will feel a little uncomfortable, just listening to others chatting and smirking, not saying much and not wanting to be the focus. But he seldom eats alone, because he ate alone for a long time in high school, but he never wanted to eat alone again when he went to college. Every time he invites people to dinner, even if he orders takeout, he takes it away or takes it to a place where he has friends.

After work, he changed again. He no longer needs someone to eat with him. It seems easy to get used to being alone after graduation. Similarly, he is used to guitar solo, solo in his own world and fully enjoy the guitar sound that only he can hear.

Only in the process of playing the guitar will he not feel lonely.

He said that some chords can resonate with something, for example, a chord can cause a semi-yellow leaf on a nearby tree, and the leaf will shake slightly every time his hand plays. Judging from his excitement, I don't know whether to believe this is a coincidence or something.

On one occasion, the rhythm of his strumming was faster, and from his expression, he could feel that he was in the most intense emotion of the song. At this moment, someone knocked at the door. It's an aunt next door, shouting that it's too noisy to play the electric guitar. She also said that her little nephew also likes playing electric guitar. The sound is really unbearable. This is so strange, why can aunt hear it?

As a result, my aunt died of a stroke that night, and she was alone at home. This makes me chilling. If you hang the soul of a dead guitar on your chest as your boyfriend said, it may be heard by some dying people. After all, it is not the voice that belongs to this real world. I have read many ghost stories, but they are all stories. Most paranormal phenomena can also be explained by science. This is the first time that such a strange thing has happened around me. I can't help but believe what my boyfriend said.

Things are getting weirder and weirder. He was playing the piano, and when he passed a construction site, he heard drums, but there was no one nearby, and all the workers were off work. The construction site was pitted and piled with cement bricks that had just been demolished. What's even weirder is that he can't hear the drums when he is not playing, but he can hear them when he is playing. He tried playing for a while and found that the drum was actually closed. And I can't hear anything, just watching him play excitedly over there. Later, I learned that there was a small house in that place. A fire broke out not long ago, in which a child was temporarily locked in his room by his parents to practice playing drums. When the firemen broke into the house, the little boy had been suffocated by the smoke, the drum set had been burned and the house was subsequently demolished.

I feel a little flustered, afraid to hug him again, afraid to lie on him, afraid to occupy the space of the invisible guitar, which will bring me bad luck. But in the eyes of my boyfriend, the existence of this guitar has become accustomed to it, and I can always accompany myself without any influence. He can play at any time, or he can be impatient at any time, which is more intimate than before the guitar was smashed. I can't even see my competitors. what can I do? Although it seems a little superstitious, I took my boyfriend to consult the Dharma monk who practiced in the local temple. Although my boyfriend doesn't want to, he also says that Shang is a magic stick, but he still can't beat me.

As soon as they met, they told the monk about the paranormal he recently met. The monk pretended to be calm, took out a delicate little bottle, sucked some liquid into his eyes with a straw, and then stared at his boyfriend's chest.

"This is an ominous thing in the world, will bring bad luck. Anyone who hears the sound will encounter hardships and must be removed as soon as possible. " He said seriously.

"Master, how to get rid of it?" I asked anxiously.

"Wait, what color is my guitar first?" The boyfriend confronted the monk forcibly.

"I can't see clearly. It should be mahogany. "

"How many strings are there on it?"

"Let me count ... four?"

"You are wrong! There are only four bass! You can't even see the nonsense there. Guess what you saw first, because she said it as soon as she came up. " Boyfriend rightfully suppressed the monk.

I'm confused. Is the monk really a magic stick?

"A few days ago, I clearly saw a couple playing in the Woods over there, about this big, just four strings." The monk was gesticulating there, just over half a meter.

"That's especially Creary. Ok! " Disappointed, I beat my boyfriend and reprimanded the monk, thinking that all my previous calculations with him were nonsense and I was distressed by money. My boyfriend dragged me away.

"It doesn't matter if I can see it. The important thing is that I can feel it. My master is better than me, and this bottle of medicine is effective in his eyes. He said that everything has animism. When you destroy something, it dies in reality. Although invisible and intangible, the soul will stay for a period of time, and the length of time is related to its obsession. Presumably, this guitar is very important to you, making you so reluctant to go, so strong that you can hear it and only you can hear it. Since it is a soul, it can naturally resonate with its companions, and the souls of dying people can also hear it. But you must never be attached to it. The more you play, the more inseparable you are. If you want to get rid of it, you need to find the root of its obsession. Please remember. " The monk said with his eyes closed and his hands crossed. He has a solemn face and doesn't know if it's true or not.

I asked my boyfriend, besides paying tribute to Ke Ben, what are the reasons for breaking the piano? He just said vaguely that he just wanted to attract attention and be famous. No wonder the guitar also has resentment.

I begged him not to play. Maybe after a while, the guitar will disappear completely because no one plays it. After listening to my words, he couldn't help but want to play a few times, so I took him out to distract him.

One morning, in a trance, I thought I heard the sound of a guitar. It was this song that made him break the piano. He was playing while I was sleeping, but why did I hear him? The most worrying thing actually happened! Should I hang up, too? I don't want to hang up before I see Aidou! I was so scared that I stopped his play and dragged him to the hospital to check for hidden diseases. Reluctantly, he was fascinated by it. Seeing his guitar in the other hand, I yelled at him, "Get out of here!" "

After getting on the bus, I anxiously checked my mobile phone, how to save myself and cardiopulmonary resuscitation. He stood aside and began to play the same tune, but the car was full of the agitation of the electric guitar, and the passengers looked around and muttered where the guitar was. I panicked. Is the whole bus going to die? Will there be a serious accident on this bus? I was so scared that I quickly called the driver to stop. The driver thought I had missed my stop and said I could only stop at the next stop. Seeing a heavy truck coming in front, my boyfriend was still playing in the air. He ignored me and was completely fascinated by the guitar. Then the driver suddenly braked and I fell down.

I woke up scared. It was just a nightmare, but he was still playing the air guitar. Fortunately, I can't hear his voice this time. But he clearly played that song in my dream just now. Did the sound of guitar permeate my dreams?

"Why are you playing again? ! "

"I just woke up from a nightmare. In my dream, I was beaten several times with my guitar. My rib is broken and it hurts badly. I just want to play the guitar in my hand to get rid of the nightmare. "

"What does this mean? Does this guitar hate you for breaking it and want you to feel this pain? "

"Maybe it's my guilt. I once vowed to become a professional guitarist and join the music circle, but I didn't have much musical talent and the interview ended in vain. I was also bluntly told that I was not photogenic, which killed many possibilities. After all, this is probably a society that looks at faces. Sometimes, as coburn's lyrics say, "The harder I work, the worse things get. "I used to want to write some songs, but I didn't want to play them myself after I finished, so I put classic songs on girls and gave up. I think hobbies are more suitable for me than careers. I didn't intend to break the piano that day, but I may subconsciously know that I will be punished by the school leaders after breaking the piano, so I can quit the band and stop playing the guitar. The poor guitar was smashed by me, and even the scratches on it were the result of my inability to write songs and transfer my anger to the guitar, not a tribute. As the support of my rebellion and loneliness, this guitar has been with me for a long time, and it is still there, but I am not the one who will play it with all my strength. "

I don't know how to comfort myself. It just feels like he was frozen in the refrigerator for a long time before opening the door. It suddenly occurred to me that I still had the fragments of that guitar, and I was fascinated by it at that time, thinking about when to return it to him. I'll turn it out. There's still that scratch on that piece, and the edge is silver.

"Maybe it's still around you, because it wants you to find your love and touch for music, not for others, but for yourself. This is regardless of occupation or hobby. "

He was silent there, but his hand was still gently plucking the strings.

"Otherwise, let's go back to that stage and perform again."

When we left, the school was on holiday, the auditorium was closed and no one was watching, so we sneaked in.

No lights, no stereo, no microphone. On the empty stage, he was the only one standing there, holding a guitar that no one could see, and I was the only one under the stage.

He started playing the same song, and I am familiar with chords, because I have practiced guitar many times and I know the sound and resonance of each string like the back of my hand. Just watching him paddle in the air, I thought I heard a sound. The rhythm jumped on him and echoed in the empty auditorium. He is also restless and full of energy, as if he can betray the whole world at any time and save the whole world at any time, the world I want to hug and rely on.

At the end of the song, he let go of his hand and bowed, then took off his guitar and held it high, just like welcoming the rising sun.

The guitar just left him, and he said that the drummer on the stage also came and brought a bass player, so it was a great combination! But now I can't hear it anymore.

And I just feel that the audience that was just restless suddenly became chilly, and no one would applaud. ...

Later, I learned that the bedroom where the aunt who had a stroke lived was not near our side, but in another room, and someone happened to be playing an electric guitar. The aunt who is separated by a wall can hear clearly, but we can't hear clearly. It is said that the monk was driven away by the underworld boss. It turned out that the boss asked him to tell a fortune, but it didn't work at all. Instead, he was sent to prison.

If I had been educated by Marx before, I would definitely think that the guitar is just my boyfriend's fantasy and knot, and he has always felt sorry for the piano. And those strange things are just coincidences and guesses. For example, the sound of a child playing drums may be imagined by him after watching the news of the fire.

We only see and hear what we want to believe.

But I want to believe that he has a guitar with him for a long time. He can play anything he wants anywhere he wants. Only he can hear, others can only see his energetic movements and don't know what he is experiencing.

Under the guidance of my boyfriend, I became more and more proficient in playing guitar. So, first of all, I don't encourage this kind of behavior. I'm going to smash my guitar. I also want to have a guitar that others can't see, touch or hear. It belongs only to my guitar.

No matter how bad the world is, my heart will be impatient!