Rock stars

At times when I play the guitar with Bella it feels as if we are being transported from her living room to a stadium stage, in front of a sea of cheering fans. As we begin strumming on the guitar, I can just see the glow of cell phones waving to the beat of the music, in the fashion that my grandparents' generation would use lighters. As we begin singing some of our most well known tunes, such as the Old MacDonald song, the energy of the crowd swells as they join in the chorus. Without fail each time we show our appreciation for our fans by sticking out our tongues, our imaginary world suddenly evaporates and we are back at Bella's house and we are reminded that we should keep our tongues in our mouths. Alas for that moment, each time, it feels like we are rock stars.