"No! I mean.. That would be great but you don't have to do that!" Mike said hastily. But it was to late. [member="DJ Dog Face"] had already introduced them onto the stage. Mike tried to say something but before he could, [member="stardust"] was already walking happily out on stage.
If Mike lost control, then anyone on the stage would be the first to die. Just like what happened with his band. "Ok. It's ok... you got this..." He thought to himself as he slowly walked out of the alley and onto the stage.
Mike took a seat next to stardust as she stood in front of a microphone, ready to sing. He gives her a nervous smile before turning back to the crowd and then down at his guitar. "...Ok. nice.. and slow..." carefully bringing his hand up into position, Mike starts to play.
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As the song starts, Mike closes his eyes and feels the music flowing through him. Playing guitar always made everything feel so right. Even after his band had died, it always felt like they were still there playing with him. Then nothing else mattered. Mike knew he had to keep himself in control this time though, so he continued playing as easily as he could. But the more the he played, the more he wanted. And the more he wanted, the harder it was to keep the music in control. It was like a force inside of himself that would not be silenced, and he didn't even want it to be........................
The speed of his fingers start to accelerate as he opens his eyes and looks at the guitar, playing faster and faster. The speed of the notes increase until his fingers are all but a blur, and then he suddenly stops and stares at the audience for a moment while the last note rings out, before looking back at the guitar and continuing at a speed that makes it sound like there are multiple guitarists.