While waiting for Natalie to get out of religion class tonight, DJ and I hightailed it over to Guitar Center, just a few blocks away from the church. GC is to guitar freaks what Circuit City is to gadget freaks. It's a hands-on feast. We try to get there at least once a week so DJ can plug in an amp and try out different guitars. The store was nearly empty tonight, unlike our weekend trips there when twenty people are vying for amp time, most just wanting to show off their stuff to a crowd. So DJ plugged in, trying out what it going to be his Christmas present this year - a Line 6 pod (goes with his amp). When DJ plays, no one else exists. He's completely in his own world. So as he went through his repetoire of Queen, Weezer, Taking Back Sunday, Stevie Ray Vaughn and Pearl Jam, a small crowd gathered around him, mostly employees plus a few shoppers - DJ just kept playing, clueless to the fact that not only was he being watched, but all these people were asking me how old he is (11) and if he takes lessons (he mostly teaches himself). They all kept telling me how good he is. I know how good he is. But it's sweet to hear other people agree, as I'm just a biased mom and my opinion on my children's talents is pretty much worthless. He finally looked up after he finished playing and noticed the small crowd around him. I thought he would freak out. Instead, he beamed. I've never seen him - Mr. Low Self Esteem - so happy with himself. That smile and the resulting pride he felt from the smattering of compliments and applause at GC is well worth the endless, loud riffs that come from his room all night - and the small fortune I'll be spending on that pod. That's all. Just felt like sharing that.