Granted! You become good, but you realise that you aren't good enough. You will practice every single second of your life, perfecting your guitar skills, forgetting about everything in the process.
I wish I was DJing at a Techno parade!
You're DJ'ing at a club instead, and everything is going smoothly. There is a lovely woman on the dance floor, wearing a tight fit white shirt and ripped denim jeans, who looks into your eyes. She walks up to you, introduces herself as Alyssa and gives you her number. You two go out on a date, hit it off, and have a wonderful time. She asks you to come back to her place. While sitting on her couch, having a deep and engaging conversation, she suddenly begins to shake and howl. You're taken aback, wondering what the hell is going on, and suddenly, six tentacles rip from out of her back and her teeth turn into fangs. You're freaking the fuck out; wondering if you're experiencing a bad dream or something, you pinch yourself a few times to see if you're really conscious, and you realize: yes, I am actually awake, this gorgeous half Norwegian, half Swedish woman I met the night before is actually a satanic, tentacled beast hell bent on devouring my flesh. As you rush for the door, despite being around 40-50 feet away from her, she manages to extend her tentacles out and wrap you in her clutches. Your body is being pulled towards her, until suddenly, six members of the Bulgarian 68th Special Forces Brigade break in through the backdoor and manage to slay this nightmarish creature. They take you back to Bezmer Air Base in Yambol and inform you that the human race has, for the past 150 years, been under siege by all sorts of intergalactic, demonic entities, and coerce you into signing an agreement stating that you will never, EVER, speak about what happened.
I wish I was a woman.