Spuddy Buddies

unsuspecting saturday evening

We managed to get through that lesson, painfully. As in real pain.

Newt (new teacher) is alright, I guess. He asked a few questions and started the lesson. We moved to another room which was much bigger than the one before. He taught us the E minor chord, C chord, G chord and D chord.

He went too fast. Well, at least, he didn't laughat us like Pedobear or go, "See! Hah! See!". He just told us if we were wrong and corrected us. He smells like smoke. I think Pedobear's dung smell was worse. Whichever one you prefer.

Newt showed off. He played some songs when teaching us. But I was hardly interested in that because I was busy trying to correct my fingers and ignore the lines on my fingers. It hurts but I guess it'll go away. Sooner or later. Back to the point. Newt kept playing with his handphone and leaving the room. At least we can slack while he's gone. He didn't even mind when we asked him how to place our fingers for whatever chord that is for the hundredth time.

Anyways, Pedobear was there.. wearing the same clothes. I think he didn't even change. Oh my God. How disgusting can you get? He saw us and refused to lend an extra guitar but we got it anyway. He smirked at us. Go and smirk, #%)*^@. Don't act like we never told you. Don't even underestimate us, $($&(##!

Psst! Newt said we could play some songs in a few weeks.

Time to check out some guitar sites!