My Goal

"If you want to impress her, you must learn the guitar."

And with those words, my roommate started my lessons. Every day I practiced, and every first day of the month paid him with a pizza.

"Just learn these three songs perfectly. These are any girl's favorite." My roommate said as he gobbled the pizza alone. I sat in the corner lusting at the pizza while my fingers played the chords on autopilot.

At the farewell party, I performed the songs, opening my eyes now and then to see her reaction. It went well, and we spoke after. She became my girlfriend. I was happy to have achieved my goal.

Five years later, my roommate had quit guitar because of his office pressure. I was struggling to make music my profession. And that girl? We broke up after three years because giving time to her meant lesser time for my music. But I was happy to be working for my new goal, music.