Not Quite the Hijabi Rock Star

The song began.

I sat there, guitar in hand, pressing down on the appropriate notes as displayed on the screen.

According to the TV screen, I was hitting every note. Considering it was my first time playing Rock Band, not a bad feat.

I’m totally getting the hang of this, I thought to myself. I’m actually pretty goo-

“Bushra, are you looking at the left?” Soerha asked, bringing me out of my reverie.

“Huh?” I asked.

“You’re on the right,” she clarified. “I could tell you weren’t looking there.”

I looked at the right part of the screen and it showed that the player, me in this case, had already failed twice.

I was playing according to Soerha’s side of the screen. So she was hitting all her notes, not me. I had been taking pride in her accomplishments.

Oops.

Oh well, I did end up getting better though as the day progressed. Sort of.