by The Duelist » Thu Feb 19, 2004 6:36 pm
Max is feeling it now. The attention. The emotion. The true mastery of his art in action. It isn't so much the music he plays as it is the soul he puts into it. The music is indescribably important, but without soul or spirit the music is nothing more than random noise. He can feel the souls of everyone in the room now, as the song begins flowing over them. There was a chance that everyone would going home a bit happier tonight, then again, it was really their choice. He couldn't tell their souls what to do, he could only suggest or make options possible.
He could feel it now. Warm-up was over, time to pump it up a bit. Every measure could be either scream of dissonance, or flow with resonance so long as it all pieced together in the end. This was the stuff of pure untold legend now, the very spirit of the song. All the right ingredients were in place, now was the part where he mixed them up and let them flow...
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Rick couldn't help but smile as he walked to the bar. Max was such a complete bastard. Not only did he blow him off, but he did it for a chance to perform a...he couldn't bring himself to say pointless...song to a bunch of drunks and...Crap.
The worst part was, that the minute Max started playing, it was very very difficult to stay angry at him. Very difficult. In fact, it made him even angrier that he was having trouble staying angry...
And then he gave up. Max was his secret weapon in his little known war, and whether he wanted to admit it or not, this meant that it was completely pointless to try and order him around.
On the other hand, it gave him another opportunity to get drunk.
He plopped down on a stool, "Strongest drink you have, leave the bottle."