It was midnight when the guitar battle finally ended. Cyr's finger were severely dented and lightly had sweat running down his face. The whining of his Gibson Flying V still rang in his ears after the sound echoed around him for three hour. The amp that had shot out every music note Cyr had played now laid silent and burnt out.
The crowd cheered and screamed. All of Cyr's friends were surrounding him,offering to buy him a victory drink. Cyr point-blankly refused,saying he didn't feel well. Out of the blue Cyr's best friend Krulik came up and dragged him backstage. " Great show Hero!" Krulik joked. Cyr gave his friend a half-hearted looked at Cyr in a concerned way."Are you okay?You're your hands!God,were you in a fight or a guitar battle?"
"It was a rough night, HOURS!That would make anyone this way."Cyr sighed and say Cyr in a chair. Taking out a suitcase,Krulik shoved a thermometer in Cyr's Cyr could even move, Krulik put stinging goop on Cyr's fingers. Cyr rolled his eyes and wrapped hero's hands in ace wrap. When he finished, he took the thermometer out of Cyr's mouth and read it with a weird expression.
"Am I going to be okay,Doc?" Cyr asked in a soap-opera-hospital voice. Krulik gave him a funny look and stood up and started to walk away."Where are you going dude?" Krulik asked.
"I have to get my guitar case and hey,you know what?Meet me at the bar down the block."
Krulik smiled and walked away with a wave. Cyr was left alone started off to his dressing room when he tripped on something held out his hands to break his fall,but still hit his face on the floor. Cyr looked to see what he had tripped had to stop his screams of shock with his was so amazed at what he tripped on.
And that was right where Cyr's troubles began.