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Without being an expert interior decorator, not at all, I appeal to good taste and consideration.
When I was younger, I wanted to be music. Learned to play the guitar because I had no money to buy a battery, that was my true passion, until one of my birthday came, my boyfriend then , with a battery of second-hand.
From that day, no one has given a gift that made me so excited. All have been perfumes, bracelets, a book. Without detracting from the effort and attention of those who subsequently have given me their attention, I must say that I cherish that time with great fondness.
He was a musician too, as one of my best friends at that time. In these circumstances, you can imagine the amount of rehearsal I visited at that time. It was then discovered that a place where we introduce a group requires some basic elements and apparently imprencindibles: instruments, music magazines, beer, guitar pedals, a box with a bunch of sticks, fan or heater (depending on the seasonal period) , towels (especially for anyone who plays drums), an endless trail of things scattered everywhere and posters of naked women.
The relationship ended amicably so as impetuous and did not return to the premises by the battery anymore. Neither returned to play any instrument or test step on any premises.
I recently had the opportunity make a virtual visit to where some groups tested in Madrid and I realized that nothing had changed. There were all the basics of the rehearsal. I have assaulted the same thoughts I had then: Is it necessary to have naked women hanging poles?. Does heterosexuality have to be at odds with good taste, what he intends to show the crash?, Do not think that when a woman comes in and sees you uncomfortable?. I'll give the answer of a man with a parallel history.
few years ago, was sitting at my job when he got another fellow with a lot of calendars of naked women spreading every living male. All readily accepted the idea of \u200b\u200bplacing it in their offices. All except one. His answer was blunt: not a work desk is a good place and it's a tacky and cheesy gesture. Heard left him dry.
Sometimes one thinks that all is not lost.
From that day, no one has given a gift that made me so excited. All have been perfumes, bracelets, a book. Without detracting from the effort and attention of those who subsequently have given me their attention, I must say that I cherish that time with great fondness.
He was a musician too, as one of my best friends at that time. In these circumstances, you can imagine the amount of rehearsal I visited at that time. It was then discovered that a place where we introduce a group requires some basic elements and apparently imprencindibles: instruments, music magazines, beer, guitar pedals, a box with a bunch of sticks, fan or heater (depending on the seasonal period) , towels (especially for anyone who plays drums), an endless trail of things scattered everywhere and posters of naked women.
The relationship ended amicably so as impetuous and did not return to the premises by the battery anymore. Neither returned to play any instrument or test step on any premises.
I recently had the opportunity make a virtual visit to where some groups tested in Madrid and I realized that nothing had changed. There were all the basics of the rehearsal. I have assaulted the same thoughts I had then: Is it necessary to have naked women hanging poles?. Does heterosexuality have to be at odds with good taste, what he intends to show the crash?, Do not think that when a woman comes in and sees you uncomfortable?. I'll give the answer of a man with a parallel history.
few years ago, was sitting at my job when he got another fellow with a lot of calendars of naked women spreading every living male. All readily accepted the idea of \u200b\u200bplacing it in their offices. All except one. His answer was blunt: not a work desk is a good place and it's a tacky and cheesy gesture. Heard left him dry.
Sometimes one thinks that all is not lost.
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