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That damn kid.

She got me, and she got me good. It was over before I realized it had happened at all, and even then it took me a bit to process it. We had been doing chemistry homework and talking about things like stuff. "I loved physics in high school," I said. "How come you aren't a physics major, then?" She asked. "Well, I didn't love it that much." I replied. "Besides, my dad was a physics major and I don't want to have one of those follow in his footsteps kind of things going on. I want to do my own thing, something I really love."

"So is that why you're a music major?" She asked. "Yeah!" I replied excitedly. Fractured images of sheet music and hazy memories of playing some kind of instrument flashed with every blink I took. "Because I love it so much!" And, for a moment, I was a music major. I was a music major and I was, well, ecstatic that I had been for my entire collegiate career.

But then I realized that I was not, in fact, majoring in music. And as I sat despondent and collected my things, she shuffled away smugly. Damn.

And so, since I can't major in music, I've settled for the next best thing! I'm going to realize my one, true lifelong dream of being a jazz pianist since my one, true lifelong dream of being a jazz guitarist fizzled out and my other, true lifelong dreams of being a jazz saxophonist and clarinetist are currently on hold. In basically all my breaks today, I ran straight to the piano room and played for as long as I could. I figured out and played on Solar and, well, I think I can pull this off. I just need to get my comping down and then: being a badass. And getting a trio together. Bass players, drummers: I am passively looking for you.

Also, I am drawing the shit out of these comics. I spent, oh, about too many hours working on this one and I can honestly say that, even after I've had a chance to blank out and come back to look at it, I'm happy with it. I am proud of this work. Without a doubt, this is the best comic I've ever drawn.So far.

Comments

Spen said…
Dude - I am indeed wowed by this comic. The visual depth is really good...among other things!! Hope things are well, man. We should update each other on our lives..
March 3, 2010 at 3:46 PM
Ashley said…
Definitely some smug shuffling going on. Best burn everrrrr.
March 3, 2010 at 4:00 PM
Carolynn said…
Your drawing is getting better and better, though you should work harder to make this arch more coherent.

Also I want to hear your musics.
March 6, 2010 at 6:51 PM
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