Expectation: You will buy the sickest guitar ever.
Reality: You can only afford a starter guitar that makes you feel like you're playing this.
Expectation: You will teach yourself how to play.
Reality: You'll have to pay some random guy to give you lessons.
Expectation: You will practice guitar 24/7.
Reality: You'll be tired and your fingers will hurt and you won't feel like practicing.
Expectation: Within days you will be playing all your favorite classic rock songs.
Reality: After several weeks, you are still struggling with "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."
Expectation: If you play guitar at a party, everyone will think you're super cool.
Reality: No one wants to hear you bumble through "Wonderwall."
Expectation: You will be mayor of SHRED CITY.
Reality: You have sausage fingers.
Expectation: You'll recreate your favorite band's massive guitar sound.
Reality: Your practice amp sounds like a broken ham radio.
Expectation: You will look like this when you play.
Reality: Your eyes will be glued to your guitar and you will be afraid to move.
Expectation: You will be a total badass and smash your guitar all the time.
Reality: You will protect that guitar like it's your baby and freak out at the smallest scratch.
Expectation: Once you get good enough, you'll start a killer band with your friends.
Reality: All your friends think rock is dead and just want to be DJ's.
But at least you'll always be able to say the three sweetest words in the English language...
