I remained backstage with my band and my roadies, anticipating the moment I would be dragged onto the stage to greet my roaring fans. As I emerged from the back, the crowd went crazy! Hands shot into the air as they all screamed for music. The colorful lights spiraled around my body, transforming me into a multitude of hues. A blast of fire exploded on both sides of the stage and we started playing.
Immediately the stench of burnt air wafted around me. I squealed with excitement as I played my solo, stealing the attention from the singer and the drummer. Vibrations rattled through me with each note I played, shaking my very core. Hairspray drifted into the air. Pretzels and nachos flew across the arena as people tossed them to one another.
I could already taste the glory of rocking on stage. As the pick scratched across the strings, I felt metal bite into my neck. Sweat dripped on my head and wet clothes clung to my body. Running over to the drum set, I smashed my head into a cymbal, causing it to shimmer in the stage lights as it erupted with sound. I raced to the audience, watching their eager hands attempt to touch me.
Fog drifted underneath me, obscuring the crowd’s view. I screeched eerily through the black smoke, thrilling my fans. Singing my creepiest song, I taunted the audience with horror-filled melodies, jeering at the terrified youngsters who cried and cuddled closer to their daddies. The drums pounded the earth, shaking the foundations. The bass smacked its fans, jarring their innards with its deep pitch.
I relished in satisfaction as I tasted more metal cutting into my flesh. I sneaked in one more guitar solo as the song came to a close. The roadies ordered us off stage, but I wanted to play more! My owner shook his head at the roadie, grabbing my neck and strumming my strings once more. The crowd screamed with pleasure as we headed back on stage. Ah, the grandeur of playing on stage as a guitar!