Choose a song that you know you can play, whether it’s your favorite, important, or easy, and put everything you have into it. If you want a reason ...o live, then for now, live for this very moment, where you christen your new guitar and new life. If you want a reason to die, then let this be your swan song, the culmination of everything you’ve experienced and a soul’s worth of emotion. The choice is yours to make, just start playing.”Daniel appeared more than a little uncertain as he looked out. Yes! I decided the last wiggle was exactly what I needed to add.After ten or fifteen balls, I casually turned around and watched Bob. He had a good grip and stance as far as I could tell, was relaxed and had an excellent athletic swing (where the upper body "winds up" then the legs drive the club through the ball). No hooks (bad bend to the left) or slices (bad bend to the right), but I did notice one problem.It's probably pretty hard for a guy to concentrate on the ball when he's got a raging. They took a short break and John went in the kitchen and brought some juice, while Sophia used the bathroom. She felt so excited, still, about the whole thing, but she was also feeling pleased, and her excitement was less apprehensive now. She wondered if her dad was just going to let her do whatever - so far he’d eventually agreed to each of her suggestions. What about if she started posing naked? Would he take pictures? Would she want him to? At this last question, she realized that she had. "I guess I better go and have a shower and wash this oil off. Give us your towel, please my love, I don't want to put my T-shirt on, but can't go back down like this" she said."OK" Kellie said sitting up and handing her towel to Wendy. "Perhaps I can persuade Dave to give me a massage while you are showering and then you can bring a towel back up for me." If that's alright with Wendy" Dave said, not wanting to cause any friction."She's my partner, not my boss. I don't need her approval" Kellie.