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I went to a concert last Friday and there was an artist playing by the name of Irene Diaz. She was great.
I used to play guitar and I remember I liked playing a certain style, the kind of style that Irene Diaz was playing. I remember thinking go myself that that kind of music was never going to be popular or that I was silly for liking that sound.
And there she was with hundreds of people in awe with her music.
And I just sat there thinking about my fucking job that I hate and how I missed writing..going to bookstores…watching indie movies and reading books just for the hell of it.
It made me so sad that I talked myself out of something that could have made me so incredibly happy. Music is always going to be my first love.