From the Brickyard | Subject: A lesson learned from an improbable dream
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Who hasn’t thought about being a rock star?
If you love music, it’s only natural.
You hear a track that hits just right and suddenly you’re on stage—lights in your eyes, crowd moving with you, whole room bending to your rhythm.
Then reality taps you on the shoulder.
I don’t play a single instrument. I took guitar lessons as a kid, scratched the surface, learned a few chords, and walked away. My voice is deep and quiet—not exactly arena-ready.
And the final nail in the coffin?
I don’t have the thousands of invisible hours it takes to practice, rehearse, record, and bleed for the craft.
So the rock star fantasy goes back on the shelf—somewhere between pro basketball player and movie star. 😂
But here’s the thing.
It’s not the music I actually want.
It’s the becoming.
The late nights. The practice reps. The mastery earned when nobody’s watching.
That’s the real rock star fantasy—not the lights, but the forge.
So I’m shelving the guitar dreams.
Not because I can’t be a rock star—but because I chose a different stage.
The gym. The websites. The work.
Same hunger. Different instruments.
Brick by brick.
-Brickwall