Guitar Hero:
The Golden Guitar of ROCK
So he sat back behind the stage almost puking in his nervousness. For the first time he was close to being afraid, so close he could touch fear just by reaching one hand out. But yet he thought, this is the eye of the storm. Sitting back stage he thought, waiting for that opening act to end finally that curtain opened up. Ahh the sights and sounds of all those punks screaming his name, screaming until their throats bled and they coughed up blood.
Three weeks ago …
He woke up with a start thinking about last night's gig and how he had finally made it on the map in the world of rock. It was amazing that he even barely caught a glimpse of Gene Simmons watching him but it was no matter now. What mattered was he was on the road to fame, and rock, and even, he thought with a smile on his face, the babes who would be swarming all over him. He got in his brand new used (it felt like it was three hundred years old) Volkswagen van and went straight down to the new guitar place to get his guitar a new finish. Slowly he walked into the store and browsed amongst the golden label records and the different guitar finishes. Once he reached the end of the hallway he looked around and saw a golden light emanating from the back of the store so he went to take a look. The door to the last room which was only for employees was open and in it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. It had golden flame finish and solid gold thumbnail screws. It had a brilliantly bright golden hum bucker and was so beautiful he fell over when he saw it. It was a Gibson SG just made especially for the road to fame, until the shop owner came in.
"What the HECK ARE you DOING in the BACK of MY SHOP YOU SCUM?" the shop keeper screamed.
"Whoa! Slow down there sir, I just saw a light coming back from the store and I saw this guitar which is s s s so b b b beautiful I couldn't help but to come back and look what it was." I said.
"Well I 'spose it is a little distracting so you are forgiven BUT if I see you in here again without me I PROMISE I WILL call the cops." He said to me with an aire of menace.
"So wait a minute… does this mean that I can actually come in here can I can I can I?" I said feeling so excited that I felt like I was going to fly.
The words that shop keeper said to me I will never forget.
He said to me "When you come in here it will only be because you earn it and if you ever get that guitar (which I doubt will ever happen) you will earn that too."
And so I asked my manager to start flinging concerts at me like throwing a tennis ball for a dog I told him to "keep 'em comin" and he did so I got famous real fast. The night of my first tour concert I visited the shop keeper again. His shop was gone but taped to the doorway was a note. And it read "Hey, if you are the punk that had the nerve to go to the back of my shop then you'll enjoy reading this. First off I think you have earned another chance at going into the back room and second you get to take what's in it. Hope you enjoy.
The Shopkeeper"
And the key was also taped to the door so he went in to the back room and looked around. There sitting on a chair was a lone guitar case so he took it and ran to his concert.
Present.
So he sat back behind the stage almost puking in his nervousness. For the first time he was close to being afraid, so close he could touch fear just by reaching one hand out. But yet he thought, this is the eye of the storm. Sitting back stage he thought, waiting for that opening act to end finally that curtain opened up. And then…