Test 013
Reading Practice: Learning the Guitar at Forty
Reading Text
The guitar that I bought in my twenties has stood in its case for twenty years. When I turned forty, I finally opened the old case and took the guitar out. My wife had given me a thin notebook of songs for my birthday. She promised that if I practised every day, she would learn one of them with me. That promise was the reason I decided to try.
The first week was worse than I expected. My fingers hurt after three minutes, so I chose a rule of twenty minutes a day. I was watching a video of a teacher who explained that short daily practice is better than one long lesson. "If you play a little every day," he said, "your fingers will get used to the strings in about three weeks." Every evening, while my daughter was doing her homework, I was sitting in the kitchen with the guitar on my knee. Slowly the chords of G, C and D began to work.
After a month I could play those chords without looking at my hand. Singing at the same time turned out to be much harder. The moment I started a song, my fingers forgot where they were. If I had more free time, I would practise twice a day, but two jobs and a small flat leave little room for that.
The first song that I managed to finish was an old tune my mother used to sing. We had a family dinner in May, and I played it at the end, when most of the plates were already taken away. Everyone clapped, and my daughter recorded it on her phone before I could say that it was not ready. The hardest part was never the guitar itself. It was believing that a man of forty can still learn something new in front of the people he loves.