My therapist, who is usually a nice person first asking me if i want to cut off my penis (it's a little early don't you think "name deleted", besides it is not that simple) and later on laughing at me because in the middle of our jam session i let out a high-pitched squeak (don't know why i let that one out, think i saw something)
The only place where one might hear me squeak is in a music store or a games store or just plain retailer.
It turned out to be a fun session, he insisted on talking about my issues with me, because the last few times i hastily changed the subject, this time, that was futile. Later on i was too nervous to talk, so we jammed. He plays guitar in a band. Funnily enough, i had a jam session at school with my "school-companion?" (is that what they call them in english). During the earlier one, i couldn't help but sneak in "In The Hall Of The Mountain King". At the later one i almost solely sang. My therapist praised my voice, but i told him it sucks. He tried to steer me into singing "Can't Help Falling In Love" at one point, where i just said "No, no, no, i'm not going to sing that low. I mean, i can, but i prefer mid-to-high range."
