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Talking Strings

Brandon J. Vasquez

Miguel spent many hours alone during the day, between his Mom always working and his brother going to school and doing whatever it is boys do at that age. Miguel had found a solution to his boredom in the form of a wooden guitar that his Mother gave him for his birthday. Miguel had a quick flashback of him shredding the wrapping paper to reveal his prize. His eyes lit up as his smile spread ear to ear, “Mom I love it!!!” he remembered yelling. He snapped back into reality as he caught the whiff of Hot Pockets in the air, his brother was home. When Miguel wasn’t trying to be the next Richie Valentine he watched his favorite television program, Guitaras Locas which translated into Crazy Guitars. It showcased some of the best Mexican guitar players of the time, it always captured Miguel’s attention completely. It was as if the strings on the guitar spoke to him in a long forgotten language. Each string plucked was another word flowing to his ears- “Miguel?” his brother asked standing next to him in the room. Miguel gasped in surprise once he realized he didn’t even notice his brother came in the room. “This show always does this to you hermano,” Miguel’s brother said. Miguel gave his brother a light smirk and nodded in agreement not breaking away from the television. “Hey I know things have been tough lately with you always home by yourself, but I have good news Miguel. Starting tomorrow you’re going to begin guitar lessons.” Miguel slowly tuned his head hands still under his chin and stared at his brother to see the slightest sign of his brother joking. The more seconds that passed the more his heart beat increased until he shot up on his two feet and tackled his brother with affection. “Oh my God bro! Thank you!” Miguel said. As he held his brother tight a warm sensation came over him as he thought this is the second happiest moment of my life.

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