آپ can't play my guitars یا read my diary so don't ask.

July the Twenty-fifth

ارے Fynn! I’m going to keep a diary. I’ll send it to آپ when school starts and آپ can read about my adventures…if I have any. I sure wish you’d شامل میں the modern monster world and get yourself a computer یا at least an iCoffin so we could exchange میل ای یا texts. Having to send everything سے طرف کی ghost post seems like it takes forever, not that we don’t have it, but آپ get my drift. Anyway, the morning after the going-away party y’all threw for us-which was clean outta fright-we caught a scream کشتی and headed up river to the ‘home of the boos’. I talked daddy and mama into letting’ me go see the ghost of “youknowwho”. Daddy kinda rolled his eyes and کہا okay-betcha if it was a bunch of them old opera harpies all wearing helmets with horns sticking out he’d a jumped up and clicked his heels. At least he didn’t say no and I could smell the fried مونگفلی, مونگ پھلی مکھن and کیلا sandwiches before I got there. Turns out there was a جام session and I hadn’t seen that many singers and players gathered in one spot since the دن the موسیقی died. They even let me sit in with them on a set. I had to promise not to sing though. Must’ve heard what happened down in Terrorbone Parish I reckon. During the جام I used that new lick آپ taught me and even that big ol’ werewolf گٹار player آپ like so much howled and کہا “Oh Red, I’m gonna be singing the blues if آپ don’t teach me that.” I told him I could دکھائیں him but I couldn’t teach him. For that he needed to come find you. I was sad to leave but daddy wanted to head east so he could go check out some old opera house that was supposed to be grand. Turns out I enjoyed it مزید than he did since they weren’t exactly performing the kind of موسیقی he expected.

July the Twenty-seventh

How did we get to the new opera house? Well there’s this underground train that somehow connects to the catacombs below Monster High. That’s where the opera house is, not Monster high but under it. I actually met a group of ghouls from Monster High at one of the stations while we were waiting to change trains. They were all on the MH Fear Squad and were headed to some kind of competition یا training یا something. I didn’t really understand it all but they all seemed very nice although the captain of the team was a bit high and mighty for my taste. Got to go now, sorry so short.

August the First

We have mostly settled in although we still got some unpacking left to do. My guitars all made the trip just fine too. I was worried but I guess I shouldn’t have been. Those cases آپ gave me protected everything just like آپ کہا they would. The opera house is in pretty ghoul shape although there hasn’t been a production done here in many years. I reckon that’s why we’re here, well at least why daddy and mama are here. It’s a whole bunch different from the riverboat opera house though. This one has a big ole pipe organ that sounds like a whole fleet of riverboats coming down the ‘big muddy’. Of course the first thing daddy did was hop on that thing and play Toccata and Fugue in D minor…who didn’t see that coming? Later on I lugged my amp out to the middle of stage, plugged her in and played a little riff that lasted long enough for daddy to come running in and tell me to stop polluting his opera house with ‘that noise’. Whatever. I didn’t feel like arguing although I did finally quote that thing آپ quoted to me- “There’s only two kinds of music. Good موسیقی and the other kind.” To which daddy said, “Yes and I would have آپ play the other kind somewhere else” Reckon I should have seen that coming too. I’m sure in no time though daddy will have this place snorting with “good music”. ;P

August the Seventh

I explored the catacombs a little مزید today. A ghoul could seriously get lost down there if she wasn’t paying attention. It’s like there’s passages that go every which a way. Some just dead end and others seem like they go on forever. Some of the things I discovered are:
■ An underground lake with a big island in the middle that has an old قلعہ on it.
■ A passage that leads from the zombie side of town straight up to Monster High.
■ Lots of rooms and halls blocked سے طرف کی doors that آپ need some kind of key to get past.

I also found, یا I guess I should say Memphis found, my new practice room/recording studio! I would have totally missed it but Memphis must have sensed something though ‘cause he shimmied through that crack quick as a gnat’s sneeze. Before I knew it, a section of what had just looked like part of the catacomb دیوار swung open like a door and there was Memphis hanging upside down سے طرف کی a thread with a big fly-eatin’ grin on his face. The walls inside were covered سے طرف کی some kind of moss, not like the stuff that hangs off the cypress trees back home, but مزید like a soft carpet and it lights up! How creepy sweet is that? I have no idea what the room was originally used for but there are power outlets on one دیوار and big میز, جدول in the middle. Memphis and me brought all our equipment down here, cranked everything up and just went to town! آپ want to know what the best part is? When the door is shut آپ can be standing with your ear pressed right up against it and still not hear what’s going on inside. I don’t think I’ve ever had a place where I could play and sing without worrying about who might be listening. Maybe moving here won’t be so bad after all.

August the Eighteenth

Yes I have gotten out of the catacombs and my new recording studio to check out the town although I probably wouldn’t have left if I hadn’t needed to get some new strings. I ended up at the Maul-they’ve got a pretty good موسیقی store and some shops where I might actually find some clothes I like but آپ know me-I spent most of my time in the موسیقی store. They have a scary slick selection of guitars-nothin’ like you’ve made for me of course but I played a few anyway cause they just looked so sad hanging up there on the دیوار all سے طرف کی their lonesome. I was just kinda picking a little bit when I got the feeling some monster was watching me. I turned around and sure enough there was this little frizzy haired werewolf staring at me. Now you’d be proud of me cause آپ know normally I don’t like being interrupted when I’m playing but there was just somethin’ about her that made me call her over. I asked, “Ain’t آپ never seen a monster play گٹار before?” “Not like you,” she said. “Good answer ghoul friend.” Her name was Howleen and after I played some مزید she asked if I would teach her. I put the گٹار back on its stand and looked at her for a minute. “Why do آپ want to learn to play guitar?” She sorta shrugged a little and said, “I guess because no other monster I know plays guitar.” I shook my head and told her that from the time I was a little ghoul all I’ve ever wanted to do was play and sing. “If I’m not actually playing یا practicing I’m thinking about playing یا practicing and if آپ took lessons from me I’d expect آپ to be the same way.” I knew she wasn’t ready for that. I did دکھائیں her a few chords though and she actually caught on scary quick. She’s got long fingers and good ears. I told her that she ought to sign up for lessons with one of the موسیقی store’s گٹار creatures and when she had learned everything they had to teach her to come and see me. She screamed all right with that and the موسیقی store even threw me in a set of free strings for getting Howleen to sign up with one of their instructors. Who knows, maybe she’ll end up loving to play as much as I do…hey…I کہا maybe didn’t I?

August the Twenty-fifth

Monster High ain’t like our one room ghoul house back on the delta. I got a chance to really check it out today after Headless Headmistress Bloodgood sent daddy and mama a note asking if they would send me up to see her. So I made my way up from the opera house to her office and introduced myself. She seemed very prim and proper and I was wondering how long it’d be before I’d have a special نشست with my name on it outside her office. She told me that she had just been going through my records from my school back ہوم and that she was pleased to have me as a student at Monster High. She also said, “I will expect excellence from آپ and neither shoddy work nor laziness will be tolerated یا rewarded.” I کہا I reckon I expected the same from myself as long as she didn’t expect me to be the same kind of formal phantoms as my daddy یا mama یا to back down every time some monster کہا ‘boo’ to me cause that ain’t who I am! I sat back and crossed my arms cause I expected she was going to give me a lecture on rules and manners and obligations to our monster legacy but instead she just kinda leaned آگے a little, put her head in her hands and said, “I understand your father’s performances have been known to bring down the house, but I’ll expect آپ to blow the roof off this sucker.” Right then and there آپ could have knocked me over with skeeter’s wing. Monster High may turn out to be a lot of things but I’m pretty sure it won’t be a place where every monster has to play off the same sheet of music.

August the Thirty-first

ارے Fynn! There was a dandy meteor شاور last night. I took that cypress body acoustic آپ made for me and went down to the beach. I pretended that the sky was a sheet of موسیقی and each shooting سٹار, ستارہ that fell was a single note. I played until my fingers gave out and then I just sat back and enjoyed the show. I’m not sure how much time I’ll have to keep up with my diary once school starts but I want آپ to know that even if I’m not glad all over I think I’m going to like it here just fine.