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The Guitarist

January 20, 2011

Many moons ago, Mr. John Wiswell promised a young(ish) girl a story about a guitar named The Danni. Since inspiration has not struck him, I decided to take matters into my own hands/pen/keyboard. It doesn’t have the humor or the wit of Sir John, but I gave it my best. Enjoy.

Photo by Kelly Metz (follow her on Twitter)
His eyes closed as his hand trailed down her neck, fingers sliding across steel strings, tingles shooting through their tips.

He sucked in a breath and wrapped his elbow around her curves, tucking her in close. The feel of the smooth wood against his body relaxed something deep inside.

He held her like a lover. His touch whispered across her lines. Holding his breath, his hand trembled with anticipation.

He let his fingers fly, caressing her strings with the passion of a love too deep to comprehend. Her fire burned in his chest as each strum vibrated against his ribs. The music pouring through her freed his mind from every care save the beauty of her sound. His spirit took flight on the wings of her song.

Heart pounding in time to her rhythm, escalating until the final strum, a single perfect note, hung in the air. He didn’t dare breathe, afraid to disturb her perfection as the last echo faded to a whisper.

The silence shattered as applause broke out, followed by whoops and cheers and lighters raised high. Chest heaving, a smile sprung to his lips as he chuckled to himself. It wasn’t the first time he’d forgotten they were there.

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31 Comments leave one →
  1. January 20, 2011 12:00 PM

    Oh, to have that passion and talent with music. *sigh* Lovely images, Danni!

  2. Kelly permalink
    January 20, 2011 12:32 PM

    What emotion and passion; well done Danni. Great story!

  3. January 20, 2011 12:39 PM

    Grinning…I’ve seen one played like that before…very well done, sis.

  4. Livy Parker permalink
    January 20, 2011 1:05 PM

    I know a guy like that… good insight, great imagery:)

  5. January 20, 2011 1:16 PM

    Beautiful! πŸ™‚ You said you never write happy and uplifting… πŸ˜‰

  6. January 20, 2011 1:28 PM

    Passion is right – to play for the love of the music is the best kind of performance.

  7. adampb permalink
    January 20, 2011 2:13 PM

    I know those moments of performance perfection, except I play drums, not guitar (learning guitar though).
    Adam B @revhappiness

  8. DianeG permalink
    January 20, 2011 2:18 PM

    I enjoyed the piece. Sometimes I get that totally connected through the instrument feeling while playing the piano, but have never had it happen when I have an audience.

    One typo – He didn’t dare – breathe

  9. January 20, 2011 3:39 PM

    Marvelous! Now I want to go listen to some Jimmy Page. πŸ™‚

    Love the passion. I can just about hear him playing, too. Excellent story!

  10. January 20, 2011 4:53 PM

    Looks like no writing is getting done tonight at my house, I’ve got to put the laptop away and break out the guitar. Very nice piece!

  11. January 20, 2011 4:56 PM

    Thank you all for commenting. I’m not a musician of any sort, but I have been gotten lost in a live performance while watching someone play like this. Kudos to those who can play!

  12. January 20, 2011 8:20 PM

    God, that John Wiswell is a jerkwad. Your thing is good and all, very funny to me with all the intimate allusions, but how dare this guy promise to write something for that young(ish) girl and then blow her off for so long? He doesn’t deserve a shoutout like you gave him. We should go egg his house.

    Light typo at para5: “breath” for “breathe”

    Headbanging face

    • January 20, 2011 8:44 PM

      I know right! Geez! You’d think after months of pining for a story, the guy would produce the goods, but I guess not. And then he has the nerve to edit her piece. What is this world coming to?

      smirking face

  13. Carlos permalink
    January 20, 2011 9:00 PM

    Loved it! Been there, done that! Seen someone play like that I mean. Very well done Corazon!

  14. January 21, 2011 2:32 AM

    I feel the urge to put on some guitar music. I love the last sentence, it made me smile. πŸ™‚

  15. January 21, 2011 5:20 AM

    This was beautiful, Danni. Wiswell might be funny, but you do such a good job of bringing the sexy when you want to ❀

  16. January 21, 2011 8:40 AM

    today, you are a poet, dear….and this so achingly beautiful…pouring with ecstasy

  17. January 21, 2011 10:04 AM

    Nicely phrased and to be honest I know the sensations utilised within. Great to see that you’ve tapped into the spirit.

  18. January 21, 2011 2:53 PM

    Good one Danni, nice descriptions, great feeling.

  19. January 21, 2011 3:54 PM

    I loved reading it, and the feeling invoked by the artist as he plays. Wonderful. I also laughed at John’s comment and your retort! πŸ™‚

  20. January 21, 2011 5:30 PM

    Dani, you committed to the metaphor and were true to the description. You kept a nice blanche between passionate desciption and passion for the instrument. Nice job.

  21. laradunning permalink
    January 21, 2011 5:49 PM

    The connection to the guitar as lover and losing onsself in the moment really speaks to the reader. Well done!

  22. January 22, 2011 4:13 AM

    Really amazing description! Well done!

  23. January 22, 2011 12:02 PM

    Incredible it explains in detail the Passion he has for the guitar … it flows amazingly
    I fell in love with the passion this story has
    You always seem to amaze me
    Danni

  24. January 23, 2011 7:45 AM

    Ah, the ol’ zone. I imagine guitarists get into it quite a bit. Good story!

  25. January 23, 2011 8:11 PM

    Amazing! Reads like poetry. Love how the description of playing the guitar is almost erotic. Well done!

  26. Blackbirdsong permalink
    January 23, 2011 8:52 PM

    So much passion in this, of course that’s how it is for musicians. They are like possessed creatures at the moment. I agree with Maria, this does read like poetry.

  27. January 30, 2011 4:42 PM

    How romantic! πŸ˜‰

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