When Michael gets back to the institute, the first thing he does is see Dr. Garcia about getting that note to excuse him from the P.E. class, or at least limit him to activities that can avoid touching other students, such asweight lifting. Even before that he takes a shower when he gets back since he can't take showers in a public place because of his powers. After that he does his homework and studies for an hour, then works out for an hour.
After all, nobody gets ahead in life by farting around.
After his workout he breaks for dinner, even though he doesn't need to eat, he can still enjoy the taste of food.
When dinner's over he practices his guitar for another hour. He begins with his scales which he knows by heart, then finger stretching excercises, then on to a few actual songs.
Even though he loves country music most of all, and he does practice a couple of George Straight songs tonight, one of his "guilty favorites" is ZZ Top and softer rock and roll, such as Phill Collins. They were a guilty favorite because his father simply didn't approve of rock and roll and would never allow him to play it in the church. However, he's caught his father listening to his "guilty favorite" the blues and BB King late at night.
Still he knows only a few scant rock and roll songs, but one of the new ones he starts to learn tonight is "Give It Up" by ZZ Top;
I bet the derby and I won by a nose,
I bet in Vegas and they took my clothes.
I bet Monte Carlo I was showin' my stuff,
I bet on you baby, now ain't that enough?
You got to give it up,
Give it up baby.
Give it up.
You got to give it up, baby, tell me where it's at.
Well there's a few more things you need to know about me,
I trained trigger single-handedly.
I invented see-through negligees,
And I bought the flying saucer off the Presley estate.
You got to give it up,
You got to give it up baby.
Give it up.
You got to give it up, baby, tell me where it's at.
I fell in love down in Mexico,
Thunderbird wine's the only way to go.
I been in love ten thousand times,
All you got to do is remember my line.
You got to give it up,
You got to give it up baby.
Give it up.
You got to give it up, baby, tell me where it's at.
Although it's rough in places and he stops when he's got the chord wrong. He practices the chord a minimum of 20 times, and more if neccessary. Even though he knows it'll take him about a week of hard practice to learn the song, it's frustrating to not get a chord right.
Just keep thinking of that old joke about how to get to Carnegie Hall: Practice Practice Practice.
And then practice some more.
Maybe that should be a short definition of life. Practice living. Yeah.