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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 2, 2009 19:54:34 GMT -4
The second glass tastes just as wonderful as the first. Soon, you haven't a care in the world, except for your music. Strumming the guitar with your long nails is hard, but you have it mastered. You smile in anticipation for another round and the chance to get on stage!
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Post by swade9wade on Jan 2, 2009 19:57:24 GMT -4
"Oh i feel alot better." i said, "Maybe one more round for good luck then!"
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 2, 2009 20:08:59 GMT -4
The third glass of champagne does its job. You really haven't a care in the world besides your music and the pleasant bubbling in your head. You giggle, and the sound makes you giggle more. Soon, you've finished the large bottle of champagne and are in the best mood ever!
A door appears in the wall at the end of the bar. The bartender winks at you, "Have a great time in there." He vanishes, along with the bar leaving you and your guitar alone.
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Post by swade9wade on Jan 2, 2009 20:15:53 GMT -4
In now a happy mood, there was no more worries. "Wonder what song i could play," I said in joy. "i could play Master exploder, that song was really awesome." I strapped on my guitar, and walked towards the door. When i opened it, i dont know where i was.
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 3, 2009 0:02:41 GMT -4
It certainly wasn't the stage you were expecting. It's very dark, and somewhat cool. You can feel moisture in the air.
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Post by swade9wade on Jan 3, 2009 0:12:09 GMT -4
"Oooh." I shivered. "Where ami now, am i even in the mansion still?"
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 3, 2009 0:16:44 GMT -4
"You're in the catacombs, dear." A chilling new voice rumbles. "Just down the passageway to your right, you'll find what you've been looking for."
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Post by swade9wade on Jan 3, 2009 0:21:09 GMT -4
"Ok." I said then i started to walk down the catatombs. 'catatombs, what was that again?' did i care what catatombs were, no. I just wanted to just play my song.
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 3, 2009 0:33:12 GMT -4
The catacombs are lit by torches, and you can smell the pitch used to keep them lit. A heavy wooden door is in front of you, through it you hear music. Very loud music.
You smile.
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Post by swade9wade on Jan 3, 2009 0:36:25 GMT -4
Then i opened the door.
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 3, 2009 20:50:31 GMT -4
A very large sweaty man looks in your direction with recognition in his face. "Thank Hugo! They're already on stage waiting for you! Get out there!"
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Post by swade9wade on Jan 3, 2009 20:57:07 GMT -4
"Sure, just point me where the stage is, and ill go there."
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 3, 2009 21:00:31 GMT -4
"Right there! Up the stairs through the smoke and fog! You've done this a million times before, what's wrong!?!"
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Post by swade9wade on Jan 3, 2009 21:06:03 GMT -4
"Sorry," i said. "I just couldnt remeber." THen i run fast to where hte guy said to where.
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 3, 2009 22:24:51 GMT -4
Up the stairs you run, into a swirling mist of fog and smoke. The roar of the crowd shakes through your chest, you smile as endorphins you've never known scream into your system. You grab the guitar firmly and jump through the smoke to the stage striking your first chord as the crowd roars its approval!
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